Coming from an Italian family and having a deep love for food, I’m always a bit skeptical when it comes to Italian restaurants. So when I say Gaetano’s blew me away, I mean it.
The Denver icon was founded in 1947 by a mob family, and it has kept its authenticity, history and hospitality ever since. The atmosphere feels like Brooklyn in the ‘80’s, but a little bit warmer and more welcoming.
We started with lots of bread and some more burrata – but this time it was complimented with salty prosciutto and a balsamic glaze. One of the well-known ways to combat altitude sickness is to eat more carbs, so we did what we knew best.
Next up was the (massive and delicious) chicken parm, a bowl-full of gnocchi with sausage and mushroom smothered in a creamy red sauce and a side of angel hair with the best Alfredo sauce I’ve ever eaten. It was the perfect blend of creamy and garlicky with an unusually thin consistency, but it worked. Like really well.
We finished our meals with a double shot of espresso each, and a fluffy layered tiramisu worth the 3 hour flight.
We may or may not have made a stop at Gaetano’s on the way to the airport for lasagna to-go…