Jay Fox's Dining Guide
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“The more you eat, the less flavor; the less you eat, the more flavor.” — Chinese Proverb
THIS WAS THE YEAR FOR G AND ME TO SEE COLORADO. But as y’all recall our first long weekend trip turned into a major scare. G bit into a walnut and wound up in a hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from her allergies to nuts.
So it was with some trepidation that we took another long weekend, this time longer and further but with a medical facility right thar... Neither of us had ever been to Telluride, and I’ve had a list of restaurants to try for many years. Since it was the last good weekend to view the changing of the leaves, we made reservations for lodging and dining and took off. You’ll get all the skinny about the dining in Telluride in next week’s column. Suffice to say, we did real good.
We did have a strange trip tho; the GPS in my car decided to have a nervous breakdown. I know that many of you were followers of the TV series, Monk. Remember the story about the man and woman who drove into this dark alley cuz the car’s GPS directed them there, and some bad guy came out of the dark and blasted them? For a few moments, I thought I was the target of the same bad guy. G and I had a delightful dinner in Grand Junction — report to follow — and we headed to our motel in Fruita. Seems there were no rooms in the Junction that weekend and very little in the area due to an air show in town. Anyway, I entered the motel’s address into the GPS, and off we went. I stopped for gas, and at that point the GPS told me to exit the station and go down Monument Road to Fruita. It was getting dark and I’m driving down a street with no other cars in the area. Maybe a shortcut?? As we entered Colorado National Monument Park, I got nervous. We went past one of them ranger stations where you pay a fee, but it was closed. I got more nervous. We started climbing, climbing, switch back, and another switch back. We passed all these red rocks, but not a sign of civilization. We climb some more and the incline gets steeper and steeper, and the familiar voice sed, “YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION.” Uh oh. “Georgia, are the car doors locked. Do you see anyone with a gun?” We’re on this very narrow road with no place to turn around. I whack the car dashboard where the GPS is located but nothing changed. We continued up the road until I found a place to turn around. With about six shifts from drive to reverse and back within eight seconds, I got the Cad turned around and headed down the mountain. At about 455 miles per hour.
We get back to town, I rebooted the GPS, and get back onto I-70 to Fruita and to the safety of our Fruita Comfort Inn. Ain’t life grand?
We had a very nice dinner at Dolce Vita (336 Main St., Grand Junction, 970-242-8482; www.dolcevitagrandjunction.com). The shrimp cocktail was ok, but the house drink is Pepsi, and so I was happy. G’s on a diet, so she sipped on club soda — ugh! I had a terrific chicken Marsala and G had the seafood pasta special. Both were terrific. G’s not a big dessert eater but I always check it out… for your benefit of course. I ordered the 3 berry lemon cake with cream cheese filling and lotsa berries. G tasted it and ate it. I guess it was really good.
The need for breakfast took us across the street to The Feedlot (456 Kokopelli Dr., 970-858-9899). They offered a typical breakfast menu, nothing special but good. We departed Fruita a bit before noon and headed south to Telluride.
If you haven’t been, Telluride may be the prettiest town in Colorado. Certainly with the changing of the leaves, the drive from Grand Junction to Telluride was magnificent. The colors in Telluride were just awesome. Our room at the terrific Hotel Telluride overlooked the gondola and the mountain. The town sits at the base of the mountain, so you can walk to the gondola or the ski lift, the latter only in winter. There is a maavelous restaurant at the top of the gondola, and an entire village and set of shops on the other side of the mountain. But the town of Telluride itself is a wonderful old Western Colorado town; it’s great. Fun shops, lotsa folks riding bikes and hiking with their spouses, friends, and dogs. And of course, there are eateries. Not just restaurants, but bakeries, delis, and even several food vendors with permanent carts selling everything from hot dogs to full meals. One website lists 73 restaurants in Telluride which I would surmise are all of them. That’s for about 2,368 permanent residents. And tens of thousands of visitors each summer and winter. More next week.
Jay Fox is our traveling dining critic. He can be reached at email@example.com.