Posts Tagged ‘Boulder’

pile o’ crank

Monday, August 8th, 2011

After Thursday tequila (which sounds way less cool than Tuesday tequila, don’tcha think?), I wasn’t really ready for breakfast until 11 or so on Friday.

And when I was ready all I wanted were vegetarian corn dogs.

With lots of mustard.

To be clear, Morningstar Farms has no idea who I am or that I adore the everloving shit out of their products. They also have no idea how pissed I am that the corn dogs seem to be in short supply. Last time I found them I bought three boxes, and I’m now down to my last box.

Fortunately I’m not hung over that often.

After I worked for awhile, I met up with the fam. We had big big plans, but we needed to be fed. Since my brother had done all of his vegan friendly shopping, he ate at home. My mom was the center of the big big plans, and it precluded her eating like a normal person.

Being neither vegan nor about to exercise really hard, my dad and I went to Snarfs.

Snarfs is a Boulder sandwich institution. They have expanded to St. Louis and Chicago, but they started here and have 7 shops in CO. The one my dad and I went to is just down the street from where I used to work in Boulder. At lunch time the line goes out the door and down the sidewalk, and if you don’t know what you want when you get to the counter, it’s the plank for you, mister.

At night it’s much chiller.

We ordered our sandwiches and sat down to wait.

The music was speech impedingly loud.

We were hungry.

That explains the look on my dad’s face.

I ordered my favorite – ham and american cheese with everything. Everything includes pickled jalapenos. While eating, my dad and I concluded that any sandwich that doesn’t include pickled jalapenos should no longer be called a sandwich. (That thing you see him devouring in the background was an ‘italian’, and good, but no ham and american cheese.)

We ate outside so we could hear each other talk. We, of course, solved world peace and all kinds of stuff. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you can hear.

Then it was on to the big event.

My mom racing like a pro at Boulder Indoor Cycling.

That blur in front is her.

She won two of her four races.

Her genetics are a lot to live up to.

The center of the velodrome is this kid’s obstacle/cross country thingie. I wanted so badly to ride on it. I would yell ‘weeeeeeeee’ the whole time.

I’m related to winners.

In other news, as I age my smile becomes more and more ridiculous.

I’m never smiling in pictures again.

Also? I’m wearing jeans that are too big for me with a big hefty belt under my tank top. That weird lump is not my belly.

When we got back to my mom’s house, my secret bananas were ready!

Have a Snarfy day.


wolf pizza

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2010

Something fabulous happened to Crockett and I last week. You know how we’re regulars at the Empire? The chef/owner of the Empire is this fellow named Jim Cohen. Jim – Mr. creator of the calamari salad himself – has cooked with Julia Child on an episode of her TV show. He was nominated as the James Beard Best Chef: Southwest. He has been on the Today Show and in Food & Wine magazine. Oh,  and? He knows us.

Small towns are awesome.

I digress. Jim and a partner opened a new restaurant in Boulder called Pizzeria Da Lupo, and we were invited to the soft opening. If you’re unfamiliar, that means you go and try out different menu items and put the waitstaff through their paces. You pay for your drinks and you earn your food through feedback. It’s the first one I’ve ever been to, and it was awesome.

We were early in the rotation, so not a lot of folks were there when we walked in. We went right up to the counter to see what was going on. There’s a gigantic red meat slicer-shaver thingy and a huge pizza oven, a single burner and lots of prep stations. Everything comes off the burner or out of the oven.

The room is positively charming. It’s not huge – I would go so far as to say cozy, even. The floors are gorgeous.

The walls are covered with framed retro art. The piece behind Crockett’s head when we sat down was an italian Vespa poster that looked like it was from the 60s. I coveted.

The ceiling and chandeliers … ok, you don’t really care. Let’s get to the food.

We were seated at a four top by the window. Obviously, that was so our smiling faces would make the place that much more appealing.

‘Ok, give me my phone back.’

They have a limited bar right now – two beers, a handful of wines, and a few liquors. Crockett was hoping for an old fashioned, but they were lacking many of the ingredients. Our waiter suggested a Campari and soda for him, a suggestion at which I scoffed. Not for Crockett, that sour bitter awesome deliciousness. For me, though? Yes indeedy.

We started with two appetizers: proscuitto and toast, and burratta with pistachio, lemon confit and caper agrodolce. The burratta was all about me. I’ve been hearing about burratta for months now and this was my first opportunity to have some. Burratta is a ball of mozzarella with a creamy center. Also, burratta is amazing and can have my babies. Or I’ll have its babies. Hell, I’ll be its surrogate. We got a nice large portion and I ate 3/4 of it. The confit and agrodolce they served it with brought the perfect amount of contrast to the creamy cheese. In general, I’m not a huge pistachio fan, but here they worked. If you go here and eat one thing, make it the burratta. Seriously.See how it’s drippy and stretchy and delicious?

I ate the prosciutto and it was delicious, but clearly I enjoyed the cheese more.

In case that wasn’t clear.

At this point, more people started to come in and they turned the lights down. The pictures are a little fuzzy from here on out, but I’ll do my best. We followed the cheese with.. more cheese. Because, really, why not. This was an endive salad with arugula, more pistachios, and Maytag blue cheese. It had a bright lemony dressing, and was (as you can see), sort of deconstructed. I liked being able to build each bite individually, but we ended up with more endive than anything else. I don’t know if it was a matter of the original ratios or if we just preferred everything else. We ran out of cheese early, too, but that was probably me.

What, I was in a cheese mood.

Crockett had put me in charge of the ordering, and I hit a wall when it came to pizza. There was an option that included shrimp, which was not what I was in the mood for. There was a sausage and rapini option, which I was interested in, but we ended up going classic.


The true test of a pizzeria.

Here’s the thing. The tomatoes and cheese and basil were lovely.

The crust was divine.

See how I ate it all first?

I feel like the toppings got the short end of the stick.

Our waiter had suggested that we order cecina as well. A cecina is a little bread made of chickpea flour instead of regular flour, so it’s gluten free. You could order it with toppings, but the recommended topping included eggplant and that would have caused me to seize and die, so we went for the sea salt and olive oil version.

I wasn’t a huge fan, but Crockett really liked it. He ate the whole dish and has since referred to it as ‘that cozy bread’.

They were in no hurry to pass our table to someone else, so I had a glass of my favorite white wine (Basa) and an espresso.

Both of those were a mere prelude to dessert.

This budino (chocolate pudding cake) was essentially a rich chocolate mousse served on an intense soft chocolate cookie, sprinkled with sea salt and drizzled with olive oil. See how I said rich AND intense in the same sentence? That’s because it was both. It was small but any more would have been too much, at least for Crockett and I.

Overall, I could not have been happier with the food, the place, and the service. SO good. I’m so glad we got to go.

spammers, the name ‘viagra’ is not subtle

Saturday, November 20th, 2010

I get 5 spam comments for every one real comment here on Mangled Baby Duck. Many of those commenters are using names such as ‘viagra now’ and ‘get viagra online’. What about that makes them think they’re going to get through a spam filter?

Anyway, on Thursday night I met two of my girlfriends for drinks and dinner at Laudisio, an Italian place in Boulder.

I was a few minutes early, and I thought ‘well, I’ll just stake out a table’. Yeah, no. Every group of women in Boulder county had the same idea. Laudisio’s happy hour goes until 7:30 – it’s popular, but I wasn’t really prepared for HOW popular. Betsy and Suzan, my girlfriends, were running a little bit late though. I hovered, waiting for someone to leave, and BOOM, snagged a table right as Suzan walked in the door.

I wasn’t hungry when I left the house, but the table snatching apparently wore me out. While I sipped on my teeny tiny happy hour martini, I ordered some olives, for the tiding over of my belly.

I ate most of them before I took the picture. I did mention that I was hungry, right?

I ended up ordering two tapas sized squash dishes. One was this soup, which was SUPER sweet. I never saw the official name, the waitress just told me about it, but after eating it I’m guessing the word ‘honey’ was in there somewhere. It was good though.

I also had roasted squash on polenta, but apparently I didn’t take a picture. It was perfect. The squash was less cooked than I would have done at home. Maybe I’ll aim for al dente in the future.

Betsy had this little pate plate with chutney and toast. Since she didn’t get very much, I didn’t ask to taste it.

Suzan had a salami plate (which obviously contained more than salami) and the chef’s cheese taster plate. One of the cheeses was possibly the grossest thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.

Overall, the food experience was kind of a bummer.

Good thing the company was so good.