Restaurant week - my absolute favorite time of the year.
This year, the hubs suggested we try two new restaurants, and put me in charge of figuring out which ones. I challenge I happily accepted. Having read 5280 magazines latest article on "Best Italian Restaurants" in Denver, I chose Luca to start out the week. Here were the takeaways:
SPACE: Located the semi-corner of 8th and Grant, sits this small yet cozy restaurant. The adjacent parking lot, although designed for and named after "Benny's", is available for parking, per our waiter's suggestion, as he too, parks there. Upon entering, the space is larger than one would assume from the outside. With one large dining room and two smaller rooms, there is plenty of seating for all. The cozy interior creates an intimate setting and feels as though you have stepped into a warm kitchen in Italy! The lights are dim - and I mean REAL dim, like to the point where it feels like you're dining in the dark, but I guess that's the vibes they are going for. The table we were seated at was so dark, I could hardly see my husband's face, where as one of two lights in the room, was directly over my head, making it seem like I was being interrogated. Awkward.
SERVICE: The host, who also happened to be our waiter, was friendly upon entry. He greeted us with a smile, and took us to our (really) dark table, in the adjoining room. He explained the restaurant week menu, offered suggestions of the truly remarkable dishes on the menu and had a glowing review of the flown-in daily prosciutto. He and another server were quick to deliver our food, ensured our waters were never empty and brought boxes upon request. One kind of obnoxious touch: the changing of silverware with each course. Literally, we each ate off 3 different forks, and had 3 different knives and spoons delivered to us whether we used them or not.
SIPS: While their cocktail menu was extensive (and expensive) we each opted for our usual. A vodka sprite with a lime for him and a glass of crisp house white for me. For $8, my 9oz pour was perfect, sweet and dry, the perfect combo. Only the first page of the cocktail menu offers wines by the glass but if you're feeling fancy AF you can order bottles of wine ranging in price from $50-$400.
SUSTENANCE: I will admit, I liked my courses. My husband on the other than wasn't all that impressed. We started off with the arugula salad (which featured peppery arugula, freshly grated parmesan cheese, pickled onions drizzled in an oily vinaigrette dressing) and the house made mozzarella cheese with peppers, pesto and a few crostini's. The bread was carefully grilled and the mozzarella was so fresh! For the second course, I chose the Squid Ink Pasta (because I've been dying to try it), which was mixed with fresh clams in a white wine butter sauce. I easily slurped it all up and was impressed with the perfectly black noodles! My husband opted for the pasta with Italian sausage, which he found to be extremely bland - I easily boxed it up, and ate it for lunch today! For our final course, I chose the famous chicken parmesan, as this is an Italian restaurant after all! It was loaded with fresh cheese, spinach and had the prettiest sauce - all of which made this meal outstanding. My husband stuck with a traditional favorite - flank steak - and again, wasn't all that impressed. I'm not sure if it was the interestingly seasoned wet croutons under the steak or that the steak was wood fired (which literally tasted like a campfire), but he left without finishing the meal -which I again, boxed up! While the portions were perfect for sampling, everything we ate was doused in oil, creating a very rich taste which not all can stomach. We both left feeling a little queasy and spent the evening in and out of bathroom. Lovely. For $95 for the three courses and drinks, I'm not sure I'd come back. I would, however, enjoy coming for their happy hour, which occurs mainly during the week and all day on Sunday.
While we had our hopes high on this James Beard winning chef and establishment, our expectations weren't entirely met. Maybe next time, Luca. read more