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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Restaurant Review: Table 6. Denver.



"Learn to expand your horizons… what doesn't kill us makes us stronger" – Carrie Shores.

Table 6
609 Corona Street
303-831-8800
table6denver.com

A popular, cozy and comfortable neighborhood bistro in Washington Park, Denver. My venue of choice in which to celebrate reaching the latter stages of a life rapidly approaching the mid-term.

Carrie Shores recently took over from executive Chef Scott Parker in July this year. Parker previously worked with Bryan Moscatello at Adega on Wynkoop Street downtown. Table 6, from it’s emergence in 2003, over a ten-year period, Parker established the eatery as one of the finest in Denver – winning the Westword ‘Best American Restaurant’ award in 2012. Parker had a wicked sense of humor in his interpretation of American comfort food. Its firm hospitality policy has also ensured its success, drawing both anonymous locals and renowned Colorado politicos such as John Hickenlooper, Roy Romer, Dick Lamm and Andrew Romanoff to this reliable and congenial oasis.

A disadvantage of its popularity is that even on nights during the week it can be noisy, although this doesn’t distract from the overall ambience.  The staff are just plain friendly and helpful with advice on drinks and food. Letting the establishment know in advance that we were celebrating a birthday we were presented with a complimentary glass of Cava, which got us off to a good start. My drink of choice was a Belgian sour ale ‘Duchesse De Bourgogne.’ I am a complete virgin to this line of beer and found it refreshing, a dark reddish brown colour and slightly sparkling with a sweet and sour nutting taste, and a hint of salt with dried fruity undertones.

The menu looks a little like a shopping list of abbreviated ingredients, when (in my humble opinion) it should resemble an ecstatic poem in honour of the arts gastronomic. We commenced with the Baby greens, honeycrisp apple and beet salad. Finely balanced in taste and texture… actually beautiful. We shared the Chicken oyster flatbread (the flatbread toppings change on a daily basis) which was the highlight of the entire meal. A confusion occurred in this respect, we failed to correctly interpret ‘chix’ and imagined that we were getting actual oysters. Nevertheless the presentation and flavor was amazing, smoky and salty, with the sweetness of butternut squash and dressed mixed leaves combined with a smooth and creamy goat’s cheese sauce on hot bread.  Really, it was something a rustic Greek shepherd would be nibbling as a snack atop one of those craggy moss encrusted hill-tops. My entrée was definitely less than successful. I opted for the Maple pork loin and oat risotto. The word which first came to my mind in attempting to describe this dish was ‘vulvic.’ It is extremely hard for me to be critical without being offensive; I was confronted by a large mass of soft meat plopped on top of a bowl of watery porridge. It had an acidic taste that reminded me of gastric juices offset by the bitterness of the escarole underneath. The only ‘bite’ to the whole composition was from a Tallegio cheese crisp, which actually in terms of flavor didn’t prevent me from drowning in a nightmarish bath of agrodolce. Sweet and sour more in terms of an experiment rather than elevating my palate. In other words, the food had the distinct taste, texture and appearance of a heavy regurgitation of primal elements. My wife had the Mussels with spicy sausage, white beans and fennel, a creative version of the classic ‘moules provencale.’  The combination of the aniseed flavor of the fennel and tomato, creates a solid and substantial background to the mussels. A sturdy dish albeit rather ‘run of the mill.’

Fortunately our waitress saved the night with (again) a complimentary dessert of cinnamon doughnuts and chocolate sauce. Unfortunately it wasn’t good; the doughnuts had a stale stodgy texture, and most definitely did not have the scrumptious taste of freshly fried dough, and were dumped on top of a sticky mass of marmalade. I presume that the pastry chef was absent this evening.


The three course meal, with two drinks costing in the region of $90.  Hospitality was above board and excellent. Food was disappointing and I would give it 4/10. Chef Carrie Shores seems to be on a sweet-sour express which is reflected in the majority of the meals.

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