I have a new restaurant recommendation for any of you who happen to be in the Denver Metro area…
As part of Denver Restaurant Week, the Boyfriend and I were lucky enough to scrounge up $52.80 (5280–get it? The same altitude as the Mile High City? Yeah, I didn’t get it right away either…) for a three-course meal…so fancy…at the Red Square Bistro.
It’s also a vodka bar, but this time we were mostly there for the food. Although I did have a delicious shot of honey-infused vodka…mmmhmmm.
As part of the $52.80-for-two menu, we got an appetizer, main course with sides and dessert. Since the Boyfriend and I are still set in our own ways, we aren’t very good at the whole you-get-one-thing-I’ll-get-another-and-we’ll-share philosophy.
We want what we want, and that’s it.
As a result, we ended up with the same appetizer and dessert. But there was no complainin’ at our table! Here was our menu:
Appetizer: Tiger. Prawn. Risotto. That’s right. It was weird but got better with every bite. Especially once I got a bite of the prawn with the risotto, the dish was tasty, although not my favorite part. **SPOILER ALERT**
Main Course: Eric got a duck breast that he was moaning over (yes, he moans over his food. Isn’t he cute, ladies? BUT he’s all mine) and I had THE…
WAIT FOR IT
BEST STEAK EVER.
It was rubbed in something delicious, and on a bed of something delectable. I’m doing a terrible job at explaining it, but it’s one of the best steaks I’ve ever had.
**sidenote: my entree was the “NY Strip Steak, Creamy Parmesan and Red Pepper Orzo, Asparagus, Wild Mushroom and Dijon Stew.” The Boyfriend’s was the “Pan Seared Duck Breast, Herbed Wild Rice, Broccolini, Cippolini Onions, Black Cherry Reduction.”**
And, folks, I’m from Montana. We export our steaks all over the world.
Well, maybe not (Montana exports are clearly not my area of expertise, which shows how much I live in my own little world), but we have a lot of ranches and a lot of hole-in-the-walls that claim to have either the best steak in Montana, the West, the USA, etc. etc.
THIS IS HOW GOOD THAT STEAK WAS:
I SUCKED THE FLAVOR OUT OF EACH BITE.
Now I sound like a disgusting vampire.
A really classy vampire, clearly.
But don’t worry, I probably won’t be there closing my eyes over each bite when you decide to go there.
(The Boyfriend just bought a new car, so we can’t afford to eat out much anymore.)
But, I will go back and try the stroganoff…or salmon stroganoff…or…moving on…
If the steak wasn’t enough, it was followed by a chocolate-raspberry mousse. Although I was still mourning the end of my steak (I’m a teensy bit obsessed) it didn’t disappoint.
We sat there, in the bistro, by the fireplace, and I felt like I really in Europe. Or, more specifically, in RUSSSIA. (You must say that with a Russian accent. I dare ya).
The atmosphere was so cute, the food so amazing, and one of the best parts about it?
It was all immune to the loud trio of women shouting the occasional obscenities at the table next to us. (The obscenities were all part of exuberant and apparently hysterical stories, not used to yell at the servers.)
If that’s not real impossible-to-fake atmosphere, I don’t know what is.
p.s. Did I mention our waiter was an adorable old Russian man? I wanted to eat him up too. In a non-sexy way. Like you want to eat up a little puppy.