I didn’t mean to fall in love with Colita, but I did. And now, it’s my favorite restaurant.
The first time I went was on a lark.
Jake was in the mood for a quiet night, so I headed over for an early dinner.
I showed up five minutes before opening (5 pm) and was glad that I did – for customers had already formed a line outside the front door. I joined them. An employee handed out little cups of warm hot chocolate topped with whipped cream sprinkled with sea salt.
I eat a disgusting number of Caesar salads. They’re one of my top three favorite foods.
I still ordered Caesar salads through romaine lettuce scares, 1, 2, and even 3. A Caesar salad-related death would actually be fitting for me.
Years ago when I worked at a restaurant, we went around naming the food we would choose if we could only choose one to have unlimited supply for the rest of our life.
I exclaimed “Romaine Lettuce!” and everyone thought I was nuts.
My favorite Caesar salads are made with a creamy dressing. But not the pre-made kind from industrial tubs. I can sniff out the jarred stuff in a second. And anchovies are always available upon request.
During the three decades I’ve lived in the Twin Cities, I’ve never seen A Christmas Carol at the Guthrie.
I’ve always heard about it, though, for it’s the 44th season.
This year my folks took us. It’s no surprise that the acting, sets, and sound were stunning.
What struck me the most was the diversity of the cast. Growing-up, I rarely saw people that looked like me cast in television shows or movies, unless they were a “bit” or the show was themed.
For example, Tiny Tim’s family included people of many races (and Tiny Tim was played by a girl). This wasn’t discussed or alluded to, the family just simply was.
It makes me excited that people get to see more and more actors who look like them in stories, new and old.
I remember dutifully going with my mom to a Huey Lewis casino concert. She loaded us kids up in the mini van alongside my cousin and his friend.
They wanted to come. Actually, they were big fans.
“I can’t believe our friends made fun of us for going to this concert instead of Smashing Pumpkins,” they lamented. “Billy Corgan sounds like a parrot.” I was never able to unhear it.
We’ve hit that age where we don’t recognize some of the singers on the GRAMMYs, a lot singers on the Video Music Awards. and, certainly none of the ones nominated for Teen Choice Awards.
Our favorite singers are making the casino circuits now. We knew this day would come. Yours will come, too.
Sometimes spicy won’t do. Extra hot won’t be good enough, either.
You don’t just want your food to make you sweat, you want a cathartic, painful, out-of-body experience due fueled by spice, chilis and serotonin.
I think this is how you heal a broken heart.
Once in a while discussion threads appear on Twitter and Reddit; Someone will ask where to find the spiciest food in the Twin Cities and people respond.
They often suggest Marla’s, On’s, Bangkok Thai Deli, Gandi Mahal, Grand Szechuan, Grand Catch, D-Spot, and Revival’s Poultrygeist sauce.