I have a few traveling posts queued up that I will be putting out over the next week or two. If you only want Atlanta content, you may want to ignore the blog. More than usual. Today is Vail and Denver, from a recent bro’ing out ski weekend with my pal Brian. It was a burner. We were there for about 48 hours. I got in Friday night at 1AM. Up at 7AM to ski all day. Dinner, drinks, sleep, repeat. Drove back to Denver and took the stink eye home and straight to work at 8AM. It was a demanding schedule, but it was totally worth it.
There is no outdoor activity to me like skiing. The views, the speed, the air, the après-ski moment where you take off your boots and sip that first beer – it can’t be beat.
Conditions were variable. In two days we had everything from sunshine, to ice, a light dusting of fresh powder, to complete white-out conditions that hit out of nowhere in the middle of a run. That was interesting.
We stayed at the cheapest hotel in Vail proper – The Roost Lodge. It’s totally fine. We setup a nice beer buffet in the room.
We carb loaded at The Little Diner. Hash and eggs and coffee and what not. Appropriate.
Dinner at Nobu Matsuhisa’s. Of course it’s pricey. We had a nice view at the bar. Jam packed. Loud.
Nobu and Tomo have many similarities. High quality ingredients. Too many powders and sauces for me in general, but undeniably tasty.
Ankimo – monkfish liver.
On to Denver – The Squeaky Bean looked good. We had some warm olives and the offal fritto to start – rabbit kidney, duck heart, tendon chicharone dusted with powdered Frank’s hot sauce and ranch. I don’t love offal, but would share this with one or two people. Rabbit kidneys were my favorite.
Beets a few ways, puffed grains, sorrel, yogurt. A pretty trendy dish, but well done.
Colorado leg and shoulder of lamb, cous cous, cauliflower, ras el hanout (which is not the bad guy from Batman, but a Moroccon spice which is actually a blend of many spices, similar to how curry it not actually a single spice). This was excellent. Lamb shoulder rocked.
Open face ravioli with sweet breads, mushrooms, and I think a foie cream. The open face style of this made no sense, it was sort of a mess and was a bitch to share.
The final stop was at Williams & Graham speakeasy/pretend book store. You enter through a faux wall of books (oh wow!) after going through a tired charade with the guy behind the cash til. Service was pretentious and unfriendly. We were certainly not cool enough to be there. Give me a real bar any day. I bet if you know someone or are friends with the staff, this place is great.