Casa Bonita!
Tuesday December 28th 2010, 1:01 am
Filed under: Denver, Family, Friends, Me, Myself, and Reid

I slept until five o’clock in the sunless afternoon today. I got up, responded to one or two emails, ate dinner and then laid on the couch and talked with my mom and my cousins Kristina and Ivan, who are staying with us this week.

Kristina and Ivan had just returned to our house after having dinner with Kristina’s mom, my Aunt Stacie, at a Mexican restaurant. Kristina laughed as she told us that one of the Mexican places proposed for dinner was Casa Bonita. They did not end up eating at Casa Bonita. Oh well, their loss.

Casa Bonita is both a real Mexican restaurant in Denver depicted with surprising accuracy on South Park and a spectacular destination for anthropologists who come to Denver to study 100% real, genuine, authentic 1970’s depictions of 19th century Mexico.

I guess when Casa Bonita came up, my cousin Kerri (Kristina’s younger sister) reminded her family that when my friend Christina [Reynolds] rolled into town looking for a wheelwright to repair a wheel on one of the wagons in her wagon train which was headed out west in search of gold, I took Christina, her boyfriend Alex, Boo and Andrew to Casa Bonita and everyone got sick from eating the food. (Well, Kerri said some of that stuff, anyway. Probably just the real stuff.) At almost the exact moment Kristina was describing Kerri’s well reasoned anti-Casa Bonita feelings, Christina Reynolds called my cellphone. She said she had sensed someone considering going to Casa Bonita to eat dinner and so she had to call and warn them not to eat dinner at Casa Bonita, but to still go there and eat dessert: Casa Bonita’s delicious sopapillas. Those things are delicious!

That was my day. I think I felt a little bit better than the day before. Which is good, even if it’s not saying much. It’s better than nothing.

In other news, I have not made a single phone call yet. As tempting as it is, I won’t count Christina as my first call since, y’know, she called me. Hopefully I will reach a point this week when I feel well enough to get started making those phone calls. If you want a call, just email me your phone number. I also do birthday parties, bar mitzvahs and corporate events.

–Reid.


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I do recall having to excuse myself from our table at casa bonita, but I still love that place despite any and all intestinal distress.

Comment by Carlos 12.28.10 @ 8:10 am

Casa Bonita isn’t about the food, it’s about the atmosphere! The amazingly accurate historical Mexican atmosphere! Did I mention that in elementary school we took frequent field trips to Casa Bonita? That’s how I learned that in historic Mexico, white sheriffs from the Wild West regularly had to rescue white women from gorillas atop waterfalls. I also learned that in historic Mexico, all the Hispanic people who weren’t in a mariachi band either bussed tables, did dishes, or cleaned toilets.

The academic merit was “muy” undeniable!

–Reid.

Comment by Reid 12.30.10 @ 10:53 pm

Field trips to Casa Bonita helped me learn about intestinal fortitude.

Comment by Martin Rottler 12.31.10 @ 1:57 am

When we went to Casa Bonita that one time I was in Colorado, I both enjoyed it and didn’t get sick at all. AND I learned more than I’ve ever learned about the history of women-kidnapping gorillas.

Anyway, get better and happy New Year!!!

Comment by Matt Gallo 01.01.11 @ 4:08 pm



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