But that was 33 years ago and when I heard that Casa Bonita
Restaurant, in a suburb of Denver, Colorado, was still in business I had to go
see if what I remembered was real. The
friend I looked up was with my first cousin’s daughter, the same person who
happened to be in the Dominican Republic when I sailed there and met me down
town Santa Domingo for a well needed catch up. Now in Denver, she had not
revisited this restaurant for over 20 years either. Her text informed me that
it “looked as cheesy as ever” and was up for the silliness and agreed to meet
me there.
Why is it your memory of things always appear bigger,
larger, grander than reality?
It is still there. It is beyond cheesy.
The cliffs that I remembered to be the height of the sides
of Santorini, Greece were actually about 30 feet. The gorgeous speedo clad male
cliff divers were replaced with college aged females in leopard patterned one
piece suits. The food, it was the same: terrible…except for the yummy sopaipillas
with honey.
Actually, Casa Bonita claims itself voted as one of America’s
top 10 roadside attractions. Having been in business for 39 years, some locals
laugh at the idea of going, but for the couple in front of us in line, they
visit monthly and love it. For $14.95 you can choose an all you can eat Deluxe
Dinner of a crispy taco and two enchiladas, rice, beans, chips, queso, salsa
and sopailpillas; a turnover sized triangle flour puff pastry that you rip open
and pour honey into the empty inside.
Okay, now I’m hungry and it really wasn’t that terrible.
And just like all those years ago I was in the company of
someone who I loved being around. We took it all in, including the walk-thru
kid’s ghost ship experience. We ate Mexican food, raised the flag and asked for
more, laughed, took pictures and watched the divers from several angles.
Just like last time.
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