This week’s topics include a beer recommendation and general beer snobbery, a sign of the coming apocalypse, a ghost in the pantry, my love affair with Chipotle, a review of Tamayo in Larimer Square in Denver, and a Jessica Simpson reference. Yes. A Jessica Simpson reference.
What am I working on? Too much travel for work, so I haven’t been able to cook much. Not to worry. I’ll correct that soon.
Beer? This will surprise many of you, but I’ve been known to drink a beer from time to time. Lately, I’m enjoying pilsner and I have Great Basin Brewery’s Pogonip Pilsner on tap at home. I enjoy the clean, dry taste you get right in the front of your palate from pilsner. I recently met a friend for lunch at the Yardhouse on the Sixteenth Street Mall in Denver. I had a Pilsner Urquell on tap while I waited for him. My friend suggested I try Barmen Pilsner, which takes seven minutes to pour properly. Comes with a nice head on it and it’s a wonderful beer. Has the nice dryness of a pilsner up front, but has a real depth in the back of the palate which reminds me of a Belgian beer, without the sweetness. If you find it on tap, order it.
A sign of the coming apocalypse or just indicative of widespread bad taste? You be the judge. The Yardhouse is a chain with pretty good food and a dizzying array of beer on tap (110 in the Denver Yardhouse). Care to guess the # 1 seller in the Denver Yardhouse? Coors Light. In Denver, where there is a ludicrous number of great microbrews! Care to guess the #1 seller in the Glendale, AZ Yardhouse? Bud Light. I know this because I asked the managers while I was there. All those great beers and the substantial majority goes with Bud Light or Coors Light?! I’m going with apocalypse. These people would probably take a good whiskey and mix it with soda! There are 2 times when drinking a light beer is acceptable: 1) When you’re at someone’s house and the host is serving light beer. “Why, yes, I’d love one. Thank you;” and 2) If you’re hung over and easing into a little hair of the dog. There is, of course, an exception to #1. If you’re at a buddy’s house, or in my case a brother's house, and all he has is light beer, he deserves your mockery.
Random Thing I Have in Pantry? Dried Bhut Jolokia (the ghost chili), formerly the hottest pepper on the planet. Somewhere around 1,000,000 units on the Scoville scale. By comparison, a jalapeno is somewhere between 2,500 and 8,000 units. Why do I have this? Because I found it and couldn’t resist buying it. What will I cook with it? Probably nothing. This is a not a chili to be trifled with. Imagine throwing some of that in my smoked hot wing rub. Make a grown man cry for mommy and curl up into a fetal position.
Chipotle Mexican Grill – For those of you who have never been to a Chipotle, it’s a burrito chain started in Denver in the 1993. Chipotle....oh how I love you and your zeppelin-sized burritos. If only there was one in Reno. There’s some refreshing about restaurants like Chipotle that only do a few things, but do them well. Chipotle’s been around almost two decades and not much has changed. Reminds me of In-N-Out Burger. This is who we are and what we do and we do it well. You can like it or not.
My go to meal at Chipotle is a half chicken/half carnitas burrito with pinto beans, hot sauce, cheese and lettuce with a bag of their lime chips and a Nantuck Nectar. Simply awesome and all for about $10!
Curious how they make their rice? Saute the rice in some butter and fresh lime juice before you cook it. After it’s cooked and right before you serve it, toss the rice in some chicken broth and fresh cilantro. Use just enough chicken broth to coat the rice and distribute the flavor of the cilantro. Be sure to do this close to the time you plan to serve as the cilantro will slowly cook in the rice and lose some of its bright green color. This rice is good with almost any Latin-themed meal. Plus, your friends will think you’re so cool because you know how to cook Chipotle’s rice.
Ever wonder why carnitas tastes so great? Warning – this may burst a few bubbles. It’s traditionally braised in lard over a period of hours at a temperature of about 160-180 degrees (I don’t know if Chipotle uses this method). That’s why good carnitas has a bit of a crust on the outside and the inside is juicy. I know what you’re thinking, but don’t judge. The French have braised stuff in animal fat for centuries. How do you think confit is made?
Restaurant Review – Tamayo in Larimer Square in Denver. Tamayo is a ‘modern Mexican’ restaurant. The interior is very modern and open. Beautiful restaurant and fairly pricey, so I’m expecting some good food. My server is Lisa Ann and she is fabulous. She knows the menu well and is a good salesperson. I’m thinking about a margarita and she sells me on their Casa Coin, which is their high end house specialty. I’m not thinking about an appetizer, and she sells me on the stuffed Chile Relleno. Well done, Lisa Ann.
The Margarita. It has Casa Nobles Blanc tequila, muddled lime juice, and Cointreau. Good and strong, but you primarily taste the tequila and it’s not worth the price. I only had one and then ordered a Dos Equis.
Appetizer. As mentioned above, Lisa Ann used her superior sales abilities on a weak man and I ordered the Chile Relleno, which is a chile poblano stuffed with shrimp, scallops, calamari, and queso gourdo and served with a black bean puree, crema fresca, and chile sauce. How can you go wrong with that combination?! I mostly enjoyed the dish. The chile is really just a vessel for the mess ‘o seafood and cheese inside. It also gives a low and smoky heat to the dish. However, something’s bothering me about the dish and I finally figure out what it is. The shrimp inside are tiny little shrimp that you might find in an Applebee’s lunch salad. I mean, come on! This is a pricey signature dish of your restaurant and you use shrimp you stole from Applebee’s rather than plump and juicy prawns?
Entrée. After staring at the menu like an Amish person at Best Buy for way too long, I finally order the Braised Piloncillo Short Rib, another house specialty and also a bit pricey. It’s served with a chile poblano-chive potato puree, a haricot vert salad (huh?), and a guava-habanero chile sauce. Served with black beans and rice. A beautiful dish:
The sauce reminds me of a spicy ketchup. Piquant, sweet, and spicy. The meat is nicely cooked, but as with the relleno, something’s off. Then it comes to me. The meat doesn’t look like a short rib and there’s no rib in sight. It seems more like carnitas which hasn’t been shredded! Plus, the meat was just bland and needed a rub or some sort of seasoning. The sauces didn’t bring enough to the party to overcome the bland meat. Nothing particularly wrong with it, but nothing particularly right about it either. The beans and rice were even worse. Anyone can cook black beans in chicken stock and throw some crema fresca on before they’re served. Uninspired and not that good. The rice and beans together reminded me of a bad Mahatma bag mix you could buy at the store.
In short, Tamayo and its expensive food were like a beautiful girl that’s dumb as a box of rocks. It’s a Jessica Simpson restaurant! There’s simply not much substance behind the pretty restaurant and food.
Ever since I lived in Denver, I’ve searched for decent Mexican food in Denver, which is otherwise a fabulous food town. In the land of Casa Bonita, I often found Cheese Whiz and ketchup masquerading as Mexican food. Alas, I’ll keep looking.
WF