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The Healing House menu is freaking huge. The shop pretty much at the western end of Alameda, just a few miles before it crooks southwest around Green Mountain and ends at the foothills. But both the quality of the organic, soil-grown herb and (notably) the selection are well worth the fifteen-minute drive from Denver. "Mom-and-pop shop" is one way to describe Healing House, but that's not quite right. It's more like walking into a secondhand music or quirky antique store, with hand-me-down glass cabinets and stuff thrown everywhere around the perimeter of the center -- pipes in one corner, edibles in another, clothes here, bud there. There are strange folksy murals of trains and (and one strangely Rockwell-esque samurai) painted on the walls of the squatty brick building. It's clean, but pieced together with a non-flowing hippie vibe. The result is really homey, like the pad of that pot-smoking older Deadhead named Tony who lived across the street from you in college.