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Vesta Dipping Grill, Denver CO

Last night, after a lovely happy hour in Tellers bar at our hotel, where I was almost done in by a cocktail called "Witch, Don't Kill My Vibe," we had dinner at Vesta Dipping Grill which serves grilled meats and an assortment of inventive sauces in which to dip said meat. This is how I love to cook at home (my husband calls me the Sauce Queen or "saucy," as the case may be), so I was thrilled to find a restaurant adapting this concept. The food did not disappoint. Sadly, I was too hungry from a long day on the road with too little to eat to take any pictures. You can find all the info you need here.  Highly recommended.


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Nice rustic atmosphere, but a little noisy for conversation, for meeting with friends in downtown Denver.

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