Popular Boulder eatery has never been my favorite
Unlike many Boulderites, I don’t care for Pasta Jay’s food. There. I admitted it. I’m not impressed with their “world-famous sauce.” I don’t like the fact that they serve variously shaped pasta, gnocchi, eggplant parmigiano, manicotti and more in little individual baking dishes bathed in a sea of that sauce topped with cheese and baked till it bubbles and steams. The pizza isn’t too great either. I cannot for the life of me understand why there is often such a long line at the door. So why did I eat there on Wednesday?
My wonderful husband, whom I love dearly even though our food tastes are as opposite as Jack Sprat and his Wife, often looks longingly at Pasta Jay’s sign board announcing their Wednesday lasaagna night. His birthday was on Monday, but by the time I returned from the mountains, he had already eaten. Tuesday was a snowstorm, so I offered to take him out for dinner at Pasta Jay’s on Wednesday. He couldn’t believe my offer but happily accepted.
Pasta Jay’s is cutesy Italian — red checked table cloths, Italian theme tschockes and pleasant framed art on the walls, big windows facing Pearl Street that open in summer and crooner music on the sound system. We each had a glass of wine, shared a salad and ordered individual entrées. I found the food as uninspired as I remembered from years past, but he was happy — and that’s what counts.
Price check: In the evening, appetizers and salads, $5-$14: entrées and pasta dishes, $12-$17.