He hath risen

A year and 2 months. That's how long it's been since my last blog post. Can ye believe it? I can! It's just like the last time I said I'd work out every day. Anyone wanna guess the last time I was inside a gym?

[Side note, if you're new to TIWJJ, go back and read. Or don't.]

When I moved to Colorado, things were tight for a while. I was working at a carwash and eating either Kraft Mac n' Cheese or Peanut Butter Hotdog sammiches for every meal. That's a sad picture! Who the fuck wants to read about that? I was used to nitpicking steaks and crabcakes for goodness sakes!

Anywho, that was 2 years ago. I'm no baller by any means, but I eat pretty damn well, I always take pics, and I still write like an asshole... so why the hell not jump back into the blogosphere. So here we go:

This past week was Restaurant Week in Denver, and I have made a tradition of exploring a new restaurant every year with my pal KS. This year, KS gave a handy to the host of Stoic & Genuine, which landed us at the mothafuckin' Chef's Table...at 6:15...on a Friday night... at one of Denver's hottest restaurants. Girl's got talent.

The place is known for their seafood, so I was pretty damn excited. The set up was a little strange in that we were sitting at what is essentially a bar overlooking the kitchen, so the wait staff has to come up from behind to take orders. I kept having to crane my neck to look these dudes in the eye, and now I think I have permanent muscle damage.

For the app we started with some oysters. Now I'm not hating on the east coast, but I recently discovered west coast oysters are the fucking titties. These were no exception. KS loaded hers with a buttload of unnecessary toppings like some sort of peasant, while I took mine straight up. Amazing, despite the lack of a pic. Take ole Jeff's word for it.

But the real story here is the main course. I've been wanting to eat a whole fried fish for a long time, and here it was as one of the menu items. It was destiny.

This monster is a whole Haddock with lemongrass butter and a chile-soy sauce. It was both enormous and delicious. We both sat there poking it with forks, tearing away big chunks of flakey white fish. Eventually, I succumbed to my urges and just started ripping pieces off with my hands. I was suckin' on fins, pulling bones out of my teeth. It was everything I imaged out of a whole fish fry. Check the aftermath below:

Nothing left but a skeleton and a few flakes we couldn't eat. We were stuffed to the gills.... let that one sink in.
I give this mofo 9/10 Jeffs. It was crunchy and tender, the pieces fell right off the bone. If it weren't for me sticking full fish-parts in my mouth like a damn fool, I wouldn't have run into any bone issues at all.

Man, it's good to be back. I gotta get back into the groove before I fully transform back into the pretentious douchebag I know I can be. Practice makes perfect.

Check back every once in a while. Your man is quite the chef these days, so lots of home-cooked shit coming your way. Holla!