My passion for authentic Mexican food began thirty years ago in Mazatlan when I ignored travel guide warnings and wandered from my hotel buffet to an open air street vendor for lunch. It was a small brightly colored kioske surrounded by bar stools where you bellied up to a counter to order and eat. Unable to
A shot at our booth, a lunch outing at Patsy’s Inn, the oldest Italian Restaurant in Denver. My husband is a Denver native and grew up in what we affectionately call “the old country” and officially known as the “Little Italy“. In recent years, the area has undergone a renovation and now is part
A year ago, if you would have told me that one of my favorite neighborhood restaurants would be stuck in the far east end of the Super Target parking lot in the strip mall at Yosemite and Lincoln, I would have laughed.