Red Tango . Denver
Last Saturday evening we made our way over the West Highland neighborhood of Denver, as our newlywed friends had invited us out to a restaurant near their new home. (To clarify – they were also our friends before getting married.) We checked out their spacious new digs and big backyard, and true to what they constantly parrot on HGTV, their house really is “Great for Entertaining.”
Within walking distance is a cozy little place called Red Tango. Based on the description I had expected strictly Argentinean food, not unlike the Buenos Aires Pizzeria, however I was surprised to see a blend of styles that included South American/Latin and Greek.
The restaurant is intricately finagled into what appears to be converted strip mall – kind of like a three big puzzle pieces. The interior has been connected together well, and the odd design actually achieves the effect of creating smaller intimate spaces among the three dining rooms.
We started with a plate of oversize empanadas and a few Estrella Damm Spanish cervezas. The staff was welcoming, and our waiter had a good sense of humor and confident suggestions of wine pairings, including the best white for myself. I had the “Ravioli de Zapayo” – raviolis stuffed with a butternut squash blend. I was a bit jealous when my friend’s plate of “Gopos de Carne” arrived. Described as “corn boats served with grilled beef tenderloin,” the serving size lends itself well to leftovers. On the healthier side the “Lechuga y Pollo Picante” (Lettuce and Spicy Chicken) is a mix of chicken, peanuts, ginger, and water chestnuts served with soy mustard in lettuce wraps. Light and filling. Overally a diverse menu – each dish seemingly completely different than the other.
My only critique? Save the “gratuity included” to parties of eight or 10 or more. We dined with two other couples, making us six. They included 15% or something on the bill. Naturally we would have tipped more, and if I recall correctly we did. I may be frugal but not in the tipping department – I just prefer the act to be at my own volition.
They’re at 5807 West 38th Ave, in Denver.
by James Van Dellen