Firstly, I want to thank my friend and fellow PHS alum Kitty Elkins for the shout-out on her blog this week. Sorry I missed you in Denver! Kitty is known for her quick, sardonic wit, colorful expression and unabashed sense of self. I think our appreciation of each other’s viewpoints, even in disagreement, is mutual. (And I know she is an independent thinker because while she is liberal she is not someone who merely jumps on the lefty bandwagon for any given issue or personality). I think if I ever did a morning radio show I would want Kitty to be my co-host….it would be instant entertainment.
Check out The Jingle Train… “WHERE GAB BECOMES FAB! The musings of a Liberal Jewish Vegetarian Sheepherding Newlywed Nurse living in the Rocky Mountains. Care to Chug Along?” Regarding Casa Bonita, Kitty told me that “It’s like Disneyworld and Tijuana got it on and left their baby on Colfax (Street).” I’d say that was a pretty good description. So here you go, Kitty, my review of the the world’s (possibly) most famous Mexican restaurant.
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Last week I previewed my excursion to the world famous Casa Bonita restaurant in Denver, Colorado (technically, it’s in Lakewood). My brother and I are avid South Park fans and decided we couldn’t pass up an opportunity to visit the Mexican establishment made famous in season seven of the show. We got exactly what we expected: cheap Mexican food, ample entertainment, and one and a half stomach aches. (Thankfully, I only had the half).
Actually – the food itself wasn’t all that cheap. But when you consider that the average entree price essentially includes your admission into an entertainment venue, it’s very reasonable. I didn’t spot the paper menus we were supposed to grab and look at during our wait in line, so when a server approached me to give me a food ticket, I asked for a recommendation and she suggested the “Gorditas.” My brother went with the taco salad, which is reputed to be among the safer menu options at Casa Bonita. I decided to live dangerously, however.
The restaurant was busy this Saturday night. It has been made famous by South Park, and we were curious as to how much of the clientele on this particular evening would seem to be people who might have been motivated to patronize the establishment by the show. While of course it would be impossible to truly tell without surveying the guests, my brother and I both agreed that the vast majority probably did not come there in the same spirit he and I had. That is, as two guys who had simply seen the show and wanted to come enjoy the ridiculous, fantastic, wonders of a themed-Mexican restaurant on the outskirts of the mile high city.
In fact, there were many families there, many featuring two over-sized parents with a couple of future over-sized kids in tow. Middle class, primarily. In short, it was basically the Wal-Mart crowd. Except instead of a shopping cart stuffed with two-liters, snuggies and a b.b. gun, customers here carried trays of processed liquid cheese, shredded lettuce and meats of unknown grade.
On the whole, the food wasn’t bad. Then again, I was preparing myself for something awful, which helps in these types of situations. We had fun watching the cliff diver, who jumped into a pool after performing in some sort of cowboy skit which I could never quite hear well enough to follow the story line. The mariachi band was actually pretty good, I thought. There was a magic show happening on the lower level (CB is quite a large place…I think a sign said the occupancy was around 900). And of course there was an arcade, a gift shop, themed photo booths, and so on.
We went through Black Bart’s Cave, and some little girl scared the living daylights out of me about two yards in. So I inched my way through the rest of the tunnel in fear, my brother letting me brave the unknown in taking the lead. Oh, yes, I almost forgot another highglight: the sopapillas were incredible! We limited ourselves to only two servings, but I could’ve eaten a lot more. These soft, fried pastries are excellent with just a bit of honey that is kept at the table.
All in all, Casa Bonita did not disappoint. I won’t go there every time I’m in Denver, but perhaps periodically, and definitely if a newbie needs a friend to join in for the fun of a first-time visit!
Post Script: Caleb, I’m still waiting on the pictures!!! Please do send.

