Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Last week my parents and brother ate at Japon Bistro, which is literally right next door to Pita Pita (the two places even share the same street address: 927 E. Colorado, just east of Lake). So on Saturday, when Elizabeth and I called off our plans to eat lunch al fresco (because of the hideous June Gloom) and trying to decide what else to try, Pita Pita was fresh on my mind.
The restaurant bills itself as Lebanese cuisine, though every employee there was Hispanic and the table next to the one at which we sat contained two leftover, half-eaten plates: one of pinto beans and one of french fries. We took a minute to look over the menu.
And they were delicious. The wrap was toasted and warm, almost hot, but the insides were still cool. I'm not sure how they managed to do this, but they did it perfectly. The white meat chicken was fresh and juicy, the sauce was slightly-tangy (I wished it had been more garlicky, but then again I can say that about most things), and the lettuce was crisp. This was the best wrap I have had in as long as I can remember. Actually, that's not quite true:
It's easy for me to understand why I once liked Pita Pita so much. Less obvious is why I let more than eight years go by between visits. Lunch for the two of us was just over twenty bucks (and we each got sodas, not pictured) and we had plenty of food. In fact...
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