When I think of the best duos in recent memory, there are a few that instantly spring to mind. You’d be remiss not to start with peanut butter and jelly, perhaps the most successful duo of all time. Then you’d have to move on to Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston, Bonnie and Clyde, Minneapolis and St. Paul and Dave and Buster. Oh, and I can’t foget Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny Devito in the landmark 1988 buddy picture Twins. That movie taught us that there is more to life than just how tall you are. But make some room on the Mount Olympus of duos, because I got a new addition, and it’s called Duo. And no duo I’ve heard about can beat Duo when it comes to locally sourced and incredibly delicious dinners.
When you walk into Duo, you know immediately that you are in the Highlands. There is brick as far as the eye can see. An understated bar sits on the right side of the restaurant. The small but cozy dining room is on the left side of the room and provides views into the kitchen. They have hung window frames from the ceiling and they create a unique room divider that also serve as a metaphor for the alcohol inclined. The Eat Mile High team ate at Duo on the day before Valentine’s Day, a Wednesday night, and Duo was doing a vigorous business.
We were seated and began to look over the menu. My girlfriend quickly realized that she was looking at the ‘gluten-free’ menu and requested that she could trade it in for a regular one. We personally aren’t gluten-free, not that there is anything wrong with that, but it’s something to keep in mind if that’s your thing. I looked over the minimalist menu, searching for a dish that would suit me. My girlfriend, already chomping at the bit, ordered us the gnocchi and I ordered us a bottle of the Peirano Estate Cabernet Sauvignon. It was made in Lodi, California and I’m a sucker for anything John Fogarty related. The gnocchi went down smooth and the wine went down quick. If memory serves, and it might not, both were delicious. These are the risks involved of reviewing a restaurant after having a bottle of wine at home.
“Oh Lord, I’m Drinking Lodi Again”
As for the entrees, the waitress told us that they had just introduced a new menu. I ordered the Ribeye steak, served with bone marrow butter and risotto carbonara. The bone marrow butter came inside the hollowed out shell of a bone. I loved the theatrics of it all. They might as well have brought a picture of the cow and left it on the table. But it made me enjoy it the meal all the more. The presence of a bone on a plate appeals to my primordial instincts and usually results in greater customer satisfaction on my end. My more adventurous girlfriend opted for the duck, which after a series of lunges at the plate, was quickly polished off. I asked her if it was good and she replied with a satisfied head nod. At the end, the bottle of wine was gone and so were the entrees. All that remained were wine glasses with red wine stains around the rims and plates with knive slashes where we had been particularly aggressive.
It being Valentine’s Day, the day we remember Catholicism’s greatest chocolatier (send complaints to the Archdiocese of Milwaukee, they’re responsible for my reprehensible knowledge of Catholic history), we had to order dessert. We went with the Butterscotch Pudding and it did not disappoint. We stumbled out of the restaurant and into the crisp Denver evening. I looked at my girlfriend and said, “Step aside Sigrfried and Roy, there’s a new duo in town and it’s called Duo.” She blinked, shook her head, and we began the walk home.
2413 W. 32nd Ave. (at Zuni),