This week has been a busy one. Last Tuesday night, I met a group of college friends for drinks at Forest Room 5. A couple days later, I scooped up creamy creme brulee with a friend at Capitol Hill’s Potager. And, today, I read that the beloved Mediterranean diet (olive oil, fresh produce, lots of fish) is more alive in fancy English restaurants than along the Southern European coast. Living a life of food is demanding. It’s constant movement and exploring. And, every time I think I’ve got a restaurant, recipe, or even cuisine pegged, I learn something that changes my perspective. I knew Forest Room 5 as a mojito destination. But on a busy night, my server told me, the bartender puts any drink that requires muddled mint after his long list of easily, pourable draft beers. CrÃ¨me brÃ»lÃ©e, my recipe collection implies, should be sweet, creamy, and room temperature. Yet so many restaurants, Potager included, serve it downright chilly in the center. And, Mediterranean food–well, that’s such a sad story, let’s leave it for another day. Each time one of these unexpected, new, or delightful experiences happens in the world of food, it sparks a question. Or if it’s really interesting, a conversation. Which is why we have created Tasting Notes. Once a week–or perhaps more, if I’ve been very hungry–I’ll share an insight into the world of food and dining. I may muse about Colorado iced teas or bad bar service, so that you can respond with your own stories and opinions–and we can carry on a discussion of the sort truly discerning foodies have.