Upon arriving in the Tucson airport, I rushed down to find my hiking backpack which had beat me to the city by almost 12 hours. (More thanks to United!) It was locked in the United office for about twenty minutes, and when I finally got it, I realized that my Dr. Bronner’s had leaked everywhere. The bottle didn’t even break–it just opened and poured out. At least my bag smells (very strongly) of lavender!
My stay has covered walking through Sabino Canyon with my friend Sam, meeting some very cool folks (including a young Iraq war vet and some students researching the border) at the Roadrunner Hostel & Inn, and getting a substantial haircut while showing myself around downtown Tucson. There is lots of cool art and landscape to see in this city. I am excited to return for a longer time.
And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for: a highlight reel of my Tucson eats. My complimentary Belgian waffle with prickly pear jam, fruit smoothie, and Dairy Queen dipped cone were all camera shy, so apologies. All were delicious and were excellent at their job.
Queso Suizo with Chorizo and Tortillas at La Parilla Suiza
Chips, Salsas, and Pickled Onions & Jalapenos at Pancho Villa Bar & Restaurant
Torta with a Roasted Pepper - $4.99!!!
I officially need to live somewhere with a large Mexican population. Bolillo (torta bread), tortillas, and mole are all officially on my list of things to learn how to make, and the best place to cook a cuisine is where the ingredients are readily available (and hopefully cheap).
Now, I am on my way to get a Sonoran hot dog with my friend Rob and the journey to Los Angeles will begin.
Posted in Dinner, Mexican
Tagged "Get Back", AZ, Belgian waffle, Bolillo, chorizo, Dr. Bronner's, la parilla suiza, Los Angeles, Mexican, Mexico, mole, pancho villa bar & restaurant, queso, Roadrunner Hostel & Inn, Sonoran hot dog, The Beatles, torta, tortilla, Tucson, United Airlines
I returned to Dulles International Airport at 6:15 am and got through security by 6:30. My flight was destined to leave at 8:20, so I settled down for the 1.5 hour wait until boarding time. We boarded the plane and all was well until we got news that a deboarding was necessary, along with a two hour delay. I am 99% positive that I was on the same plane that abandoned me in the airport yesterday. How did United go through a 24-hour period without switching it out? Awful.
Anyway, I spent a portion of the two hour delay searching my iPhone’s internet for suggestions of what to do during a substantial layover in Denver International, and luckily someone on the BeerAdvocate forums pointed me in the direction of the New Belgium Hub. After crossing two moving walkways and stopping briefly in the ladies’ room, I reached the hub in its full glory. I have only ever had Fat Tire and the Mothership Wit, so I tasted the Ranger IPA, the 1554 Black Ale, and the Sunshine Wheat. The Ranger IPA won.
Blue Paddle Brat and the Ranger IPA at the Denver International Airport
To go with my beer, I ate the Blue Paddle Brat, a bratwurst infused with New Belgium’s Blue Paddle Pilsner and topped with peppers, onions and sauerkraut. I added whole lotta mustard and, paired with the very crispy fries, it was the perfect stomach filler before Tucson bombards me with Mexican food.
After a brief perusal of the menu after I ate, I read the description for the “Lips of Faith” tap. The product is always changing but the brewery often utilizes wild fermentation methods and fruit juice. Sounded like the making of lambic to me, so I asked for a tulip of the current Lips of Faith brew. The bartender wouldn’t give it to me until I tasted it, and babes, it was impossible to discriminate it from a Framboise. Happiness is 8.5% ABV fruity effervescence.
Posted in Beer, Restaurant
Tagged 1554 Black Ale, BeerAdvocate, bratwurst, Denver International Airport, Dulles International Airport, Fat Tire, Framboise, lambic, Lips of Faith, Mexican, Mothership Wit, Ranger IPA, Sunshine Wheat, Tucson, United Airlines
After a very Lunt basement-esque concert at Bar Pink, Justin and I went in Colima’s because we could see a unisex bathroom through the neon signs and dirty windows. The smells from the grill managed to waft our way and captivate us to order, but the complicated menu had too many options for a Saturday night crowd. So we had the cashier order for us: shrimp-carne asada quesadilla.
Warm, perfectly greasy, nice balance of meat, rice and cheese. Spicy, though, especially when I was essentially inhaling the housemade salsa and roasted jalapeño peppers. Both so delicious; both so painful. Horchata was ordered to soothe our tongues–a gigantic bucket (or so it seemed) for $1.99.
The next morning, I looked up Colima’s on the Internet. I guess my complete enjoyment of this food was warranted; Yelp ratings averaged between 4 and 5. Next time, I will definitely try the tacos. Four for $2.89!
San Diego, miss you, I shall.