root down is a neighborhood bistro type deal somewhere (I'm fuzzy on the directions) in Denver. One minute I was shopping for a motor scooter, and the next I was sitting down in a restaurant, the smell sweet potato fries nearly knocking me over. Oh, it's hip alright, the wait staff incredibly beautiful, current and well spoken; the bartender gave off that vibe that he was happy you were here, but if you left, no big deal. I had the street tacos for $14; and my companion had the veggie sliders $15. The art on that walls was fresh, original. The floors were like old basketball courts; there were vintage scales nailed to the walls of the john. It was hip, that's for sure. Waiters and waitress this cool give you the feeling that you'll never be up to speed. Try as you might, you'll never be as cool as root down. The gush of interstate 25 is just audible as you pay the tab and wonder to yourself, "What the hell was that anyway/"