Denver, CO 80211
What an elegant and lovely little restaurant you are. So pleasant and lovely, and lovely and pleasant. What a delightful little charcuterie plate you placed before eyes. Mmmm meats on my tongue. I would also like to congratulate you for presenting me with the most delicious little pickled green beans I have ever tasted. I have never been a fan of the green bean. But my eyes are opening. Isn't pickling the most? Especially elegant pickling. I once watched as this old lady bartender slid pickled egg after pickled egg gently down her gullet. That was not elegant. But Venue, is just perfectly pleasant. Just a pleasant little space with perfectly pleasant passers by.
Secondly. Shrimp and grits. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I was completely blown away by the depth of flavor and the richness that was rationed perfectly into each bite. Up until this moment I thought it was impossible to find a nice set of grits in this town. After my painful experience at Beatrice and Woodsley, with their pasty grainy flavorless jalapeno grits brulee, I realized that most people think they know shit but they don't know shit when it comes to grits. Much like risotto so much easier to fuck up than to make well, people are over serving this and underwhelming my pants off. I have grown so tired of grits disappointment that it was with great hesitation that I ordered this in the first place. Thank fucking god I did. So fucking brilliant. I think if I were to find myself in prison with nothing to do day after day, much like that Meursault fellow, I will remember each second of this meal. I will think of how the first hit of thai chile, punched my tongue in the face. And how then the creamy grits gently washed over to soothe the intensity. And the shrimp, cooked to perfection, created the perfect texture infrastructure for each bite. Jesus, I am boning for this meal as I write this. I would love to go down on some shrimp and grits right now and since it is 8:30am I would love to finish that bitch off with a runny egg yolk to sop it all up. Holy shit, talk about a tonguegasm. Go there now.
PS - My bestie had some pasta dish that I thought tasted like chef boyardee sooooooo not everything is perfect.
What an elegant and lovely little restaurant you are. So pleasant and lovely, and lovely and pleasant. What a delightful little charcuterie plate you placed before eyes. Mmmm meats on my tongue. I would also like to congratulate you for presenting me with the most delicious little pickled green beans I have ever tasted. I have never been a fan of the green bean. But my eyes are opening. Isn't pickling the most? Especially elegant pickling. I once watched as this old lady bartender slid pickled egg after pickled egg gently down her gullet. That was not elegant. But Venue, is just perfectly pleasant. Just a pleasant little space with perfectly pleasant passers by.
Secondly. Shrimp and grits. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw. I was completely blown away by the depth of flavor and the richness that was rationed perfectly into each bite. Up until this moment I thought it was impossible to find a nice set of grits in this town. After my painful experience at Beatrice and Woodsley, with their pasty grainy flavorless jalapeno grits brulee, I realized that most people think they know shit but they don't know shit when it comes to grits. Much like risotto so much easier to fuck up than to make well, people are over serving this and underwhelming my pants off. I have grown so tired of grits disappointment that it was with great hesitation that I ordered this in the first place. Thank fucking god I did. So fucking brilliant. I think if I were to find myself in prison with nothing to do day after day, much like that Meursault fellow, I will remember each second of this meal. I will think of how the first hit of thai chile, punched my tongue in the face. And how then the creamy grits gently washed over to soothe the intensity. And the shrimp, cooked to perfection, created the perfect texture infrastructure for each bite. Jesus, I am boning for this meal as I write this. I would love to go down on some shrimp and grits right now and since it is 8:30am I would love to finish that bitch off with a runny egg yolk to sop it all up. Holy shit, talk about a tonguegasm. Go there now.
PS - My bestie had some pasta dish that I thought tasted like chef boyardee sooooooo not everything is perfect.
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