Last weekend, while in Denver, Colorado, I feasted at a restaurant called Mizuna. That joint was beautiful, intimate and I would go back there in a heartbeat.
I’m gonna tell you right now – I had gone through a glass of bubbles and was starting a glass of Colorado wine (which was amazingly good) before I remembered to take the danged camera out of my bag. By that time, all the appetizers were completely gone. That’s why there are no photos of the pan-roasted foie gras, the slow-roasted pork belly, the kuri squash agnolotti with braised rabbit leg or the lobster mac & cheese. You may not miss the photos, but I do.
Anyhoo, as soon as the last appetizer dish was cleared, Mister reminded me to take photos. Once the entrees arrived, I took a moment to document the offerings. There was roasted monkfish…
…seared veal tenderloin…
…and slow-roasted duck breast…
And what autumnal feast would be complete without a pumpkin custard dessert?
The food really was divine, folks, and the service was top-notch. Our server was named “Heather” and I told her she was unlike any “Heather” I’ve ever met. She suggested that’s because I’ve never met a Heather from New Hampshire, and that all Heathers from New Hampshire are top-notch. Because she was such a stand-up gal, I believed her.
For the record, this wasn’t my first time at Mizuna. As it happened, I was there one week after September 11th, 2001. As most of you know, that was a crazy, devastating time. That’s when I first had the lobster mac & cheese. It was rich, creamy and comforting. And I remember being so grateful. This visit to Mizuna was no less comforting. And I am still touched at the care shown by the staff, both then, and now.