I don’t make it to Denver often. It’s one of those cities that I like a lot but don’t know too much about. I mean, I know the main touristy stuff and I can navigate around town, but I don’t know any cool, out of the way places. I also don’t know much about the outer neighborhoods That became apparent when I met some friends out for “the Best burrito you’ll ever eat”.
“6th and Santa Fe at 6:30. El Taco de Mexico“, read the email.
I plugged the coordinates in to the ol’ iPhone and was on my way. Ten minutes in to the drive I was under the highway. Two minutes later I was driving though some warehouse district. Another minute later I noticed storefronts- bail bonds, check cashing, pawn shop. I was getting excited. In my experience, this is where you find authentic food!
I pulled up to the place and peered in to the bar covered window (another good sign- the amount of bars on a window are directly proportionate to how authentic the food is inside). There was a simple counter with a few booths. An on-duty cop was eating a meal in the corner and two Mexican ladies were behind the counter in an open kitchen. Oh yeah!
When the others arrived we headed in and they told me what to order. I went along- Chili Relleno Burrito, smothered. I opted for a horchata to cut the potential fire in my mouth. The burrito consisted of a chili pepper that was stuffed with rice, cheese and spices then floured and fried, then sealed in a tortilla to make a burrito. Said burrito was served smothered in green chili sauce and shredded cheese. Without a doubt, the best chilli relleno I have ever eaten.
The bites were filled with amazing spiciness from the sauce with a subtle smokey taste from the stuffed pepper. The sauce was the highlight. It was totally fresh and delicious. The heat wasn’t too intense, but strategically placed sips of the horchata definitely were needed to keep my head from turning the color of the devil. Good stuff…and, as it was pointed out to me, it didn’t even contain any meat.
That is not to say that there wasn’t meat to be had.
While I was sitting there, I noticed a corner of the “menu” that was posted over the counter. It consisted of some awesome tacos including ones containing cheekmeat, tripe, and fried pork. I am in heaven. I wish I had noticed the sign before eating a pound of burrito. Next time I come back, I’m going to have to plan a few meals here.
While we were eating, my dinner companions were talking about slacklining. I consider myself a pretty knowledgeable person, but this term was new to me. When they described it (tethering a flat strap between two points so it’s fairly taught, and then walking on it), my curiosity was peaked. Is it like walking a tightrope? Do people actually do this? Is this a sport?
The answers are kinda, tons, and kinda.
Luckily the group was going to a park right after dinner to slackline. Obviously I NEEDED to come along and witness this.
We got to some random park in Denver and set up the strap. I quickly realized that my shoes would not work, so I tried socks only. This wouldn’t work because the socks were too slippery … and the ground was fu&@ing cold. Luckily there was an extra pair of boots in the car.
I’m proud to say that Thursday night in Denver, I had one of the best burritos I’ve ever eaten AND I did not break my ass while attempting to walk on a 3-inch strap tethered between trees in a pitch black park in borrowed boots.
Just your typical Thursday night.
Thanks Denver friends (you know who you are)… can’t wait for my next visit.