Day 253
I am an eater. And proud of it. If I could have one luxury in life it would be to have a personal chef … 24/7/365. I can actually say I don’t really associate with non-eaters. What fun is in that?!
In the past 3 days I’ve eaten more than I think I normally do in a week. Or two. And though filled to the gills, I’ve enjoyed every bite of my repasts.
After arriving in town on Thursday I had dinner with a good friend. We ended up at Chili’s because it was close and sounded yummy. And it was. I had a steak (perfectly medium) and a side salad that was large enough to make any rabbit very happy. They do, in my humble opinion, have the BEST ranch dressing (on the side, please) … and too full from the chips and salsa, steak and salad I brought the loaded garlicky mashed potatoes home to Sam.
A word about the chips and salsa … fabuloso! If you are in the mood for chips and salsa look no further than your local Chili’s … they are warm and salty and super thin and absolutely wonderful. The salsa is mildly hot and because I am a wimp with spicy things I usually begin breathing fire halfway through my portion … but I don’t care because the combo is that good!
Friday I had lunch with my dearest friends at Wash Park Grill. I haven’t been there in a long time and had I more time in town this trip I’d be going back – it was so good. My friend and I split the most decadent lobster and shrimp fettucine on the planet. It was cheesy with big chunks of lobster meat and was SO rich and oozy and creamy. Total yumness. The herbed field green salad with currants and slivered almonds was a very tasty side. We finished off with a raspberry creme brûlée. Lunch and company was a 10 out of 10.
Good thing my wardrobe consists of stretchy pants!
Friday night Sam and I went to “our place” (Delizio’s). A quaint little local restaurant housed where the vacuum cleaner store used to be. Just as you cross the bridge into downtown Littleton … there it is … as darling as can be. The outdoor patio is the perfect place on a summer’s night and inside the very tiny one room cozy quarters is the perfect place any other time. We didn’t even have to look at the menu because we cannot go there and not get the French Dip sandwich. It is so ultra fantastic I am surprised I have never dreamed about it. The roll actually melts in your mouth. I’ve never had anything like it. The beef is lean and there is melted Havarti and the combination with the baby field green salad with balsamic vinaigrette is superb. And even though I’m pretty sure I couldn’t eat another thing tonight – not even a raisin – that sandwich was so good I’d eat one now if someone gave it to me. If you are in Denver – go check out this gem of a place and have the French Dip! Seriously.
Saturday we met my sister-in-law and lunched at Terracotta … a darling restaurant housed in an old brick Victorian (also in downtown Littleton) with local artist paintings hanging on the exposed brick walls. I had a good sized reuben (very lean corned beef), fries and a nice, big pickle wedge. I think the fries must be cooked twice as they are so nice and crispy on the outside and have such a wonderful fluffy, potatoey inside. YUM. The last bite made me think that since I was so full my navel would surely unravel and I’ve go flying across the ceiling like an untied balloon. It was a close call!
Saturday night, not yet needing Pepto-Bismol, I accompanied my dearest friends to Land of Sushi. A tiny, thriving place in the strip mall near the old neighborhood. They had sushi and a seaweed salad. I had the egg roll, miso soup and the best sesame chicken dish I’ve ever had. Hands down. The sesame chicken was battered and fried, hot and sweet and had the perfect balance of fried crunchiness and honey-sweet saucy goodness. What I didn’t finish was great for this morning’s breakfast. The wait staff was as exceptional as the food.
Today found us at Chili’s again … munching on those chips and salsa and (this time) queso. I had the southwestern egg rolls and (again) a side salad (with that yummy ranch dressing). Sam had the chicken fajitas … soooo good. We rolled out of there with enough doggy bag leftovers to save her from making lunch all week.
And tonight … we walked ourselves down to the Pizza Bar on main street (down the street from Delizio’s). A rustic, tiny place with an open front kitchen (better to see them tossing the pizzas) and an exposed beam ceiling. We shared a huge wedge salad that had big chunks of bleu cheese, bacon and tomatoes with bleu cheese dressing and a very tasty thin crust pizza that was delightfully chewy and cheesy.
Somewhere in the midst of all that eating I also managed to down a few frappuccinos, two margaritas, a glass of Moscato and a delicious glass of plum wine … along with a (small) bag of chocolate graham crackers and a few chocolate turtles.
I am groaning – but in a good way. And am, honestly, thisclose to exploding … and if I do, boy … what a way to go!