by Andrew Woodman on February 27, 2011

2525 Arapahoe Avenue
Boulder, CO 80302
(303) 444-1487
Larkburger’s menu

Without a doubt I can say Larkburger makes the best burger I have had in Boulder.

If you want to feel like you are in an Apple Store with the intentions of ordering a burger, Larkburger is the perfect place. The “trendsetter” feel to their interior design is really not ahead of the curve, and their burger isn’t either. They really only have 4 burgers, which comes off as very bold being a burger restaurant and all. You walk into this place thinking, “Woah! This place looks so NEW!” But really, they just serve 4 not very original renditions of the classic boutique-style burger. The quality is the key, though.

I walked up to the counter to a very unenthused cashier and glanced at the menu. From their diverse yet limited menu of burgers, there is something for everyone…but only one choice for each category. Are you a vegetarian, a red meat avoider, or do you need to get your fishy Omega-3s? There’s only one choice for you, but hey at least they have it. I chose the Truffle Burger [$6.75], as it was the most creative thing on their menu.

“492″ shouted another unenthused employee, referring to my meal. I swear as I walked up to grab my tray he gave me something akin to a death stare, as if I ruined his day or something. Anyway, the popsicle stick said “medium” even though my burger was ordered “medium rare.” Maybe they couldn’t fit all those letters on such a small popsicle stick… but at least my burger was cooked to my liking. It took me a few bites to reach the tomato. That kind of threw off the feng shui of my burger: my last bite was pretty much just lettuce, tomato and bun. As part of this could have been my fault since there is a chance I had improper burger-eating form, I felt obligated to eat the last bite. I even enjoyed it, which really pays a tribute to Lark’s fresh and natural ingredients.

Here are the Truffle & Parmesan Fries [$2.95] just to fill out the truffly night. The name pretty much gives away all the ingredients, minus the italian parsley. These hand-cut suckers were definitely the perfect accomplice to help me polish off the end of my meatless burger.

Don’t be fooled by Larkburger’s “new” look. They have a great burger that is definitely praiseworthy, but it’s nothing new. Also, even though places with really nice interior design seem like they should be naturally coupled with great service, don’t get your hopes up…it’s only a burger shop.


Jimmy and Drew's Deli

by dan on February 27, 2011

Whether you’re not feeling well or you’re just in need of the best damn sandwich around, Jimmy and Drew’s Deli has your back. This place is a dream come true for a young Jew from the East Coast. Don’t just take my word for it. They were on the Food Network’s “Best Thing I Ever Ate” just last week.

I came across Jimmy and Drew’s three or four years ago when they were just getting started, and I never looked back. It was my second home this week as I was nursing a bad cold. Every time I showed up, either Jimmy or Drew was working, and they knew how to handle the situation perfectly: A turkey club sandwich {$9}, a large tub of matza ball soup{$7}, and a side of potato latkes {$5}. My mom would’ve been proud.

No words could fairly describe how good it all is, but I’ll try and do it justice. The turkey club is filled with turkey, bacon, cheddar, lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayo on toasted sourdough bread and comes with a side of a pickle and coselaw. Yum. If you’re among the brave few, you’ll most likely try one of the famous signature sandwiches. I usually do, but this time I had to nurse a cold. Their featured signature sandwich is the Jimmy’s favorite, which is a reuben combined with melted swiss, corned beef, thousand island dressing & Kraut. The best part is that they replace the bread with potato latkes! If you’ve never had the famous Jewish potato latke, allow me to explain. Think of a crispy pancake, but instead of a pancake, it’s grated potato mixed with egg and flour and fried crisp to perfection. I like to dip my latkes in apple sauce or sour cream.

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Matza ball soup is also common among us Jews. It’s usually served at certain holiday dinners such as passover. Luckily for me, Jimmy and Drew’s has made it a part of my regular diet. Matza balls are traditionally made from schmaltz (chicken fat). I’ll admit I just looked that up for the first time and may have been a little grossed out. But, don’t let this little ingredient keep you from trying the Matza ball because it’s truly amazing, especially when combined with chicken noodle soup. Ask any of your Jewish friends…they’ll vouch for me.

This is a five star deli. If you live in Boulder and haven’t tried it yet, you’re missing out. This is my favorite lunch spot in Boulder because in my opinion it has the best food in Boulder. They have an inviting atmosphere with a couple flat screen televisions. They also deliver and do online ordering on my website, which makes them a six star deli.

Ras Kassa's

by Hayley Hudson on February 25, 2011

2111 30th St / Menu

At Ras Kassa’s Ethiopian restaurant, the first bite of my dinner was hand-fed to me.

Though it’s not every day that someone else feeds me, the times I do recall involve a spoon or fork. In this case, an Ethiopian woman placed my dinner in front of me, scooped up an expertly crafted bite of food,  and inserted it into my mouth, which must have already been open judging by the startling speed of the whole exchange. Call it a choking hazard or call it magical. It was both. I chewed, I swallowed, and I was hooked.

The absence of a utensil can be attributed to Ethiopian tradition, in which the food and the fork are one and the same. Injera, a soft, spongy flatbread with a slightly sour taste, is all that’s necessary for transferring your bites to your belly.

Please note in the photo below that no one tried to get stingy with the injera. Aside from the impressive injera pile, the plate had an injera lining, and unlimited injera refills were also included. Our stack was replenished anytime my friend Mackenzie and I showed the slightest signs of running low.

Veggie Combo

The menu had a few combinations to choose from, and ours featured all the standard combination plate dishes (ready for this? spicy brown lentils; mild green lentils; cous cous-like grain dish seasoned with herbs, tomatoes, and onions; marinated beets; collard greens) plus sweet potatoes in tomato broth and spicy green beans. The combination plate is key to successful Ethiopian dining because you can taste everything and then experiment with which items taste good together. It’s totally customizable to you. The menu says all the combination plates are made to serve one person, but it’s a lie. The two of us had to will ourselves to take the last few bites we were so full, and then we both brought home leftovers.

The people at Ras Kassa’s were warm and welcoming. The kitchen staff, not just the servers, would emerge to chat with customers and ask about their meals. Several groups had befriended the people at their neighboring tables and were busy learning about each other’s lives. Almost all the guests drank honey wine and I’m fairly sure it made the air smell sweet. I watched the same woman who fed me effortlessly quiet a crying baby.

Like I said: magical.

Lindsay's Boulder Deli

by Andrew Woodman on February 24, 2011

1148 Pearl Street
Boulder, Colorado 80302
Lindsay’s Boulder Deli menu

When I entered the half-Deli half-Häagen-Dazs location of Lindsay’s, they were playing “Are You In?” by Incubus. That and their frequent meal-deal updates on Twitter represent this hip soup/sandwich place pretty well. Oh yeah, and they have Boar’s Head deli meat, which is always a plus.

The last thing I need after straying away from the sandwich-infested University Hill is more sandwiches. Having said that, Lindsay’s took a different approach to their sandwich; unlike any sandwich shop I’ve been to on the Hill, Lindsay’s uses perfectly toasted bread from sliced loaves. My biggest pet peeve is sandwiches that are too toasted, and thus painfully scrape the fragile and sensitive roof of my mouth while trying to bite into them. (The Sink, I’m talking to you). Thank you for not doing this to me, Lindsay.

I got the half-sandwich + cup of soup deal [$7.99]. After asking about the Buffalo chicken sandwich, the person behind the counter started to describe it—and I heard the words “Franks Red Hot.” I was immediately locked into my sandwich choice. Although simple, the sandwich had a perfect crunch of lettuce and onions balanced out by the smooth, Frank’s-lathered spicy chicken (a truly authentic Buffalo flavor). To cool it off, some ranch and provolone would do the perfect job. And by perfect, I mean delicious.

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That little cup of green mush hanging out with my sandwich is suitable for herbivores/vegetarians who like curry split pea soup. The flavor was really bold, which was satisfying at first…but then the thickness kicked in and I could barely continue. I can’t blame the soup though—it truly was good—I just wasn’t ready for something that viscous.

Matt, my friend and roommate who is also a member of the band StaG, came along and got the best named sandwich on the menu: TBA [$7.25 half, $10.25 full]. It would be awesome if it wasn’t a play on words and instead literal, kinda like a surprise when you get it…but instead it’s Turkey Bacon Avocado, a combo that could only disappoint people with no tastebuds. He got a cookie too, which was part of the “Sweeten the deal!” combo where you choose 2 of any chips, cookies or fountain drink [$2.00].

This is the perfect place for a quick, healthy bite.  If that doesn’t convince you, then just follow them on Twitter and they’ll coax you into it soon enough.

The Rio

by Hayley Hudson on February 23, 2011

1101 Walnut St / Menu

Most people head to the Rio seeking one or two (but no more than three–house rules) of these:

The Rio Margarita

A friend and I sipped ours while we waited at least an hour and a half for a table on Saturday night, which is typical during the weekend.

It was crowded. My friend ran into one of his best friends from childhood which led to a long session of catching up as I sat at the bar and stared down my drink. I couldn’t sip it very often if I wanted it to occupy me for hours to come, so instead I looked for James Franco since my Facebook news feed told me he had been seen in Boulder the previous day.  I didn’t see him.

Eventually my friend came back and we finished our drinks, coming to the conclusion that the secret to Rio’s margarita success must be a matter of strength. The taste mimics that of any good margarita, but after finishing just one I could already feel the alcohol in a pretty big way.

Steak Fajitas

I proceeded to order a platter of food rather than a mere plate. My steak fajitas, which came with grilled vegetables, rice and beans, sour cream, and guacamole, could have fed a family. The tortillas couldn’t even make it into the last photo.

Right after I get done telling everybody how I always order something original when I eat at restaurants, I go and order fajitas. I can’t explain myself, but they were delicious. The vegetables had that distinct grill flavor but hadn’t been cooked to the point of total mush, and they went well with the guacamole, which was the only thing on my plate I wish had come in a larger quantity.

It’s likely that the Rio’s versatility draws in their big crowds. It’s a nice place, but not to the point that you couldn’t bring kids along. The loud environment could make any silences during first dates less noticeable, and almost every time I come I see a couple tables of people celebrating a birthday. I’ve also eaten at the Rio with my parents. The place is whatever you want to make of it.

Come to think of it, it’s probably the popularity and resulting long wait that make those margaritas pack such a punch. They’re strong because everyone is drinking on an empty stomach! If you think the Rio is in your future, simply bring along anyone you know, expect to see everyone else you know, and get ready to get tipsy.

The Village Coffee Shop

by Andrew Woodman on February 22, 2011

1605 Folsom Street
Boulder, Colorado 80302
(303) 442-9689
Village menus + info

On any given Sunday at The Village, you’ll find a crowd of Boulder’s finest hungover citizens joined by some regular people who just love greasy breakfast food.

The Village is one of those restaurants whose food is forgiven by their culture. The culture, you say? I got a small taste of that culture when my pal Jesse revealed to our waitress that it was my first time at The Village. She got the entire restaurant’s attention and then informed them that I was a “Village Virgin.” Everyone responded by clapping and cheering. I felt understandably awkward, but then immediately welcomed. Jesse, on the other hand, worked his way towards a free French Toast that he’ll earn upon introducing a certain number of “Village Virgins.” Diner culture at it’s best.

The deceiving full name of this establishment could fool a person looking for a real coffee shop. Instead it would please me—or anyone—who was trained to love coffee at what any pretentious coffee drinker would call a “shitty” coffee shop. I like to call this “diner” coffee: it requires copious amounts of cream and sugar and comes with a waitress who is constantly refilling your cup even though you’ve probably only taken a few sips. Medically this is known as a “coffee IV,” and it is fantastic. Notice the perfect café color I concocted out of Village’s coffee [$1.00]:

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The Village’s #5 [$3.95] comes with two country fresh eggs, golden hash browns, and two pieces of buttered toast cut into triangles—which has been unanimously voted the best shape for toast by me. I got my eggs done sunny side up, which definitely had a little too much “sunny” and “side up” for me. I doused my hash browns in ketchup and Cholula hot sauce, which was an essential move. The toast was perfect for some jelly, but even better as the outer layers of a hash brown and egg sandwich. The cheapness of this meal, the fact that you get to order it with a number, and how full I was after were all pretty satisfying to me, but probably would have been more satisfying if I were hungover. And yes, that does mean I was part of the “people who love greasy breakfast food” crowd.

I couldn’t help but take a picture of my friend Dominique’s pancake. It was huge and definitely needed at least two spatulas—or maybe just one super big one—to flip it. Although the syrup literally looks like a more watery version of Aunt Jemima’s, it’s actually very acceptable and kind of fits the nonchalant mood. No hate Aunt Jemima, I love you.

So aside from the greasy food and all the stories trying to be recollected by people who look like they rolled out of bed while getting hit by a truck, how do I know this place is a restaurant that caters to the hungover? There is a sign in front that proudly touts the restaurants awarded ability to please hungover customers. I’m not saying I advise inducing a hangover before going to The Village. What I’m saying is that you’ll just like it way better. Overall, I’m thankful I lost my Village Virginity.

Hapa (happy hour)

by Andrew Woodman on February 20, 2011

1117 Pearl Street
Boulder, CO 80302
(303) 473-4730
Hapa’s menu Happy hour info

As a classic Boulder restaurant that everyone seems to enjoy, Hapa seems to be doing something right.  Maybe its the fact that their menu items are riddled with sex terminology like “69 Roll,” “Orgasm Roll,” or even the cream cheese packed “Multiple Orgasm Roll” (if you are lucky enough).  To most people sexual innuendos aren’t on the top 50 list of things associated with sushi, but for Hapa it’s number 1 or 2.  One thing is for sure:  I would be hesitant about coming here with my parents.

Hapa’s giant robot theme seems like its aiming for that modern, cute robot trend that no one could hate.  Hapa’s robot’s evil eyes, however, kind of remind me of Godzilla, which seems inappropriate with respect to the country that created the foundation for Hapa’s modern, creative cuisine.  This was only my perception, which could very well have been altered as a consequence of Hapa’s ridiculously cheap, high-quality happy hour drinks.

Starting at the left we have my drink, the Mango Gin Ginger [$3.50].  What we have is a classic Gin Ginger (gin + ginger ale) to which Hapa adds an the impressive sounding ingredient: mango-infused sake.  This is a mixology phenomenon; mango-infused sake made this drink into the sweet, sexy older sister of my favorite mixed drink: the gin and tonic.

My two pals Matt and Jesse ordered the other two pictured drinks.  These drinks are another example of why I would never go to Hapa with my parents, or really anyone outside my generation.  I had a few tastes of the G-Spot [$3.50].  It honestly really hits the spot, if you know what I’m saying.  With raspberry-infused sake, raspberry vodka, ginger ale and a lime wedge, the G-Spot is essentially a sweeter Japanese Cosmopolitan.  These close relations to the Cosmo automatically categorize the G-Spot as a “girly drink.”  However, the only real thing that this sexist category implies is that boys don’t like sweet things, which is so wrong it hurts.  Besides, what boy wouldn’t want to say “G-Spot” to a waiter and not be in the wrong?  As she walked away, we giggled.

Cheap, quality happy hour drinks: 

For happy hour food Hapa has two sections: select Rolls are priced at $3.50 and Little Sides, which are smaller versions of select appetizers, are $2.95.  I got a little side of Hawaiian Calamari.

The Hawaiian Calamari dish is comprised of panko crusted fried calamari, mango chili dipping sauce, and an ugly presentation of leaves and shredded carrots that is not useful for anything.  The panko breadcrumbs didn’t adhere well enough to the actual calamari for me to fully enjoy this dish, but the mango chili dipping sauce really made up for that.  After the calamari was gone I tried to eat the left over sauce with my chopsticks, which was not effective and probably would have been embarrassing without my Mango Gin Ginger.

Next on our “take advantage of happy hour” checklist was a triple order of the Salmon Avocado Roll.

Enjoyable, but nothing outstanding.  “And that’s all I have to say about that.”

—Forrest Gump

The best food I ate coincidentally wasn’t on the happy hour menu, but the Unagi nigiri [$4.50] was still pretty fairly priced.  This is simply freshwater eel on top of rice with toasty sesame seeds and eel sauce, which is basically a sweetened, reduced soy sauce (it’s a misnomer, it doesn’t taste eely at all).

Flat out, Unagi nigiri is my favorite sushi.  It literally took forever to come out of the kitchen, but I didn’t hold it against them because for a second, I thought there was a chance they were out hunting for the eel in order to serve me the most fresh Unagi I have ever tasted.  That wasn’t true, but it would be pretty neat if it was… Like every nigiri, there was a little piece of seaweed that barely held the eel and rice together long enough for anyone to successfully transfer it from plate to mouth without it almost falling apart.  Thus you are forced to eat it in one bite, which in my opinion is the only way to do it in the first place.  Although it isn’t possible to have too much eel sauce and sesame seeds with Unagi, Hapa served a fair portion of it with my dish.  After I finished the warm, tender—yet slightly crispy—Unagi, I obviously attempted to eat the sauce/sesame seeds with my chopsticks.

With their non-happy hour menu being pretty normally priced for a sushi joint (which is naturally pricy), happy hour really gives anyone the opportunity to try out some great items from their menu.  So if you want some cheap sushi rolls and appetizers that will surely complement some delicious mixed drinks very nicely, hit Hapa up.  (Note: If you are sushi pretentious because the sushi back in your hometown is better quality, get over it and try out happy hour at Hapa.  Maybe you just need some liquid courage, and Hapa’s got it cheap.)


by dan on February 19, 2011


I was kind of freaking out on Valentines Day at 4pm with no dinner reservations.  I had promised this girl a special dinner and I’m a man of my word so I was going to live up to it.  First, I called brasserie ten ten to try and get last minute reservations and they were booked for the night.  Then, I called the kitchen and they were also booked for the night.  I stumbled across Salt on hungrybuffs, called them, and luckily they had one reservation left for 5:30pm.  Considering that she would be able to figure out that I made very last minute plans, 5:30 is not the ideal time for a valentine’s dinner, but at this point beggars can’t be choosers.

When we arrived we were seated at the bar that overlooks the chefs in the kitchen.  This was definitely the best section in the restaurant and the host made that clear when walking us to our seats.  Then we were handed our menus by our over-enthusiastic waiter along with a red alcoholic shot that tasted like a sophisticated version of a red headed slut (the beverage).  To my surprise it was a four-course set menu considering the holiday and I’ll admit that I was blind-sided by this and was expecting to spend half of what I spent.

I quickly got over the price once I saw the variety on the menu: soup, oysters, lobster, duck, chocolates…what more can you really ask for?  A vodka tonic perhaps…we took turns choosing dishes from each course and decided to share each, in true Valentines Day fashion.  To start, we each chose the potato soup with chives, truffle oil.

I’m usually not a fan of soup but the other options seemed too mysterious.  This was some of the best soup I’ve ever had, and a perfect start to what was going to be a perfect meal.  For the second course we got oven-baked oysters and butter poached main lobster. The oysters were filled with bacon, red pepper, spinach, breadcrumbs and pernod.  They were also gigantic compared to your average oyster.  The oysters were so amazing that we fought over the final oyster…she won.

The Maine lobster came with blood orange, avocado, fennel, and crème fraiche.  It was kind of like a lobster salad and I thoroughly enjoyed it (not quite as much as the oysters and soup though).

For the third course we ordered duck and Hawaiian Mahi.  I hadn’t eaten duck in over 5 years and I love duck so I was naturally very excited.

The duck was crispy with roasted onions, potato gnocchi, cream, parmigiano, grilled radicchio and sherry gastrique.  All of these ingredients might sound intimidating but they came on the side and made for a perfect complimentary sauce.  The duck was cooked medium rare to perfection.  The Mahi was also top notch.  I’m not the biggest fan of fish other than salmon but I was devouring the Mahi.

You normally won’t find me ordering dessert considering that I lack a sweet tooth, but as I mentioned this was a set menu occasion with desert involved.  I figured my date would be pleased that she would get the dessert all to herself because: since when do girls not love dessert?  As it turns out that didn’t happen, instead I had to refrain myself from eating all of it. We ordered chocolates, as it was one of the options on the set menu; the chocolates were assorted house made chocolate truffles done in six styles and each chocolate had a unique flavor to it.  I regretfully forgot to take pictures of the delicious fourth course and I’m blaming that on the liquor.

Overall I’d give this experience 5 stars.  The food and service were both immaculate.  I enjoyed watching the chefs cook the food.  The wait staff was very knowledgeable in educating us on the menu.  It was a little pricey, but the nicer restaurants in Boulder usually are.  I’ll be back for another special occasion.

Falafel King

by Hayley Hudson on February 18, 2011

I’d like to give a shoutout to my good friend the chickpea. This special beige legume forms the base for two of the world’s greatest food innovations: hummus and falafel. Chickpeas (ever so versatile) take on a texture that’s smooth and creamy in one dish but dry and crispy in the other. I think this contrast makes hummus and falafel perfect complements. Chickpeas and chickpeas might even be better than more famous food pairs like peanut butter and jelly.

Falafel King sells their hummus in some Boulder grocery stores, and it’s easily my favorite store-bought brand (nothing beats homemade). On Wednesday afternoon, I went to the Falafel King location on Pearl to get some straight from their kitchen.

I ordered the falafel combination plate, which comes with falafel, mixed greens, tzatziki sauce, pita, and two sides. One side obviously had to be hummus, which I ordered with conviction. Less excitedly I also asked for dolmas because I was being forced to make a choice. Then, for some unknown reason I was asked to choose a third side.

“What else?” asked the employee.

“Hummus?” I asked, trying to be polite and friendly. Maybe they were upset that I had basically demanded it before. I can’t help it that I know what I want.

“Another side,” stated the employee.

On the verge of a panic attack, I tried to talk myself down.

The hummus must be included, I thought. It’s the only logical explanation.

I asked for Tabouli, paid, and received this:

Hummus not included.

Tragic miscommunication aside, my plate still satisfied me. The crunchy falafel, though fried, didn’t drip with grease, and the tzatziki sauce, hot sauce, tomatoes, and onions atop the greens added plenty of flavor that almost made up for what was missing.

I would recommend Falafel King for fans of Middle Eastern food looking for a place to grab lunch or a casual dinner. But please, I’m begging you: order the hummus and do not back down.

1314 Pearl St / Menu

BOP Pizzeria

by Andrew Woodman on February 17, 2011

1175 Walnut Street
Boulder, CO 80302
(303) 999-3833

Although BOP has what seems like the typical Italian restaurant deal on their menu, the second word in the restaurant’s title narrowed the focus significantly: Pizzas.

BOPs slightly misshapen pizzas ironically speak for their own craft.  If the crust of this pizza could speak for itself it would say: “Who cares that I’m not always a perfect circle if I’m the delectable combination of warm, fluffy dough and perfect crispy crunch that won’t internally deafen you from any table conversation you might be trying to have.”  The crust would be right, it was pretty damn good.

When it comes to their toppings, BOP really keeps true to the design principle of—”keep it simple, stupid.”  Two out of the three pizzas we ordered at our table only had one topping each.

The third pizza had four toppings, so that kind of ruins my hypothesis.  However, if you exclude the meatballs all of the toppings are made from pig, and if you go even broader, all of the toppings are meat (hence one topping… kinda). Anyway, let’s dissect it:

Rome Plow [$15]: Starting with a modest Margherita base, the Rome Plow is then stacked with the food versions of two typical farm animals: beef and pork (mostly ham).  Although neither a cow nor a pig are commonly pictured pulling a plow, they sure do make for velvety-soft meatballs, high quality ham, and finocchiona (a classy Italian substitute for pepperoni).

And here are the other two delicious pizzas…

Hazel Dell [$13]: With a change of base, this pizza is Naked (olive oil + mozzarella). The misshapen naked pizza got a little self-conscious, so it covered up with a generous portion of locally grown mushrooms from Hazel Dell (  Simply put… this puts any other mushroom pizza to shame. (Note: this is not listed on the menu.)

The Beet [$14]: This one is topped with copious amounts of sliced, roasted beets that lie on top of a foundation of cannelloni sauce.  I wasn’t even surprised that my first taste of purple pizza was a strong competitor against the other two more traditional ones we ordered.  I could have done without those stringy stems though :-/

Okay so I’m just gonna throw these two things out there. (1) Our pizza took too much time to come out of the kitchen and subsequently be devoured by our table of hungry (and waiting) men.  (2) A pizza and an appetizer could make the bill too steep for one person looking to eat at a restaurant with the word “pizzeria” in the name, but would definitely make a great deal for two.

After praising BOP’s pizza for 85% of this post, I only had those two complaints: time and money.  Even so, time = money, and that makes for one complaint.  So, when I return to BOP to ask them my very curious question—if it stands for “Brick Oven Pizza” or not—I’ll try to branch out from their spectacular pizzas and discover the rest of their menu.  Hopefully I’ll be able to make it out in a timely manner.  I’ll keep you posted on the Brick Oven Pizza thing, but until then, chow!