el cielo
Tonight I lost a little bit more hope in the world, simply because my food arrived late and ice cold. Apparently I was at one of denver’s finest new restaurants, Cielo, and was being served “exciteing new latin cusine”, but what I got was a dish that appeared to have had about as much care applied to it as I might have expected if it had been prepared for dogs. It makes me sad when I am really expecting something great and instead get a piece of shit. The meal was not all bad, the front of the house at least made things tolerable, and that says a lot. They comped me my dinner, my bottle of wine, and our deserts. Was it enough of a consolation? ehh… better than nothing, but I still wish I could have gone back to the kitchen and told the cooks how much they sucked.
I guess I really shouldn’t let a few crappy cooks diminish my hope in the world, but hey, what can I say… bad food bums me out.