A swing and a miss. When we showed up at Sugar House on a Wednesday, it was closed. Had I looked at either of the Sugar House websites — www.sugarhouselounge.com, which describes a cool lounge for trendy, beautiful people who are tired of the downtown scene, and www.sugarhousedenver.com, which describes…
Brian, Matt and I are already good and stumbly by the time we fall into the dim red glow of Herb’s (2057 Larimer Street) via the back patio door. We’ve just spent the last four hours at Coors Field pawning our future firstborns to get this way, and although seventeen…
Summertime, and the living is breezy. Denver diners and drinkers are obsessed with patios — and restaurateurs are obsessed with giving them what they want. Whether it’s just a couple of chairs stuck out on the sidewalk or acres of elaborate decks, almost every joint in town has an outdoor…
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Sunday morning, 9 a.m. I haven’t looked out my windows yet so I don’t know if it’s raining or if the sun’s out (the forecast yesterday called for sunny and 78 degrees, but it’s Colorado, so…). I need a drink. Of course the liquor stores are closed, as they have…
When I met Dylan Moore a few years ago while testing numerous drinks at Deluxe, his wildly popular restaurant, we became instant friends. I don’t know what I admired more — his cooking/restaurant, his entrepreneurial chef spirit, his amazing eye for design or his boisterous essence — but I knew…
“That’s not Shiner Bock, is it?” I inquire, studying the chalkboard above the beer taps advertising $3 Shiners. Unfortunately, no — it’s Shiner Black. “A stout?” “Not that dark,” responds Jen, the brunette bartendress at Wyman’s No. 5 (2033 East 13th Avenue). “Wanna try it?” Why, yes, I do. She…
Here it is, just off the line and popping fresh. New Belgium Brewing started canning Fat Tire Amber Ale today. By mid-June, the cans should be available in limited markets, including Denver stores. “We are looking forward to introducing our old friend, Fat Tire, in a brand new package,” says…
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I loved the Hot and Cold Margarita at Cielo. I don’t remember much else about the restaurant, since the food and service were forgettable — yet for years I couldn’t find a suitable replacement for that cocktail. Plenty of places have infused tequila, but…
“Oh, my gawd, I’m going to die!” exclaims the brunette seated to my left, the one with the new-haircut glow, probably from Stun! next door. It’s pretty dark inside Barry’s on Broadway (58 Broadway), but from where I’m sitting, the cut looks good — a little short in the back,…
“Is that going to be okay with you?” challenged the barman at Pint’s Pub, located at 221 West 13th Avenue. He wasn’t so much asking if we would be amenable to drinking their “real ales,” as much as he was curtly warning us that others hadn’t been okay with drinking…
What’s with cash-only establishments and their insincere apologies? “We don’t take credit cards,” read the signs. “Sorry for any inconvenience.” But is anyone on the other end of the cash register or profit-and-loss statement really sorry? If these places were more honest, wouldn’t their signs read: “Welcome to (Name), where…
I wanted to love PS Lounge (3416 East Colfax Avenue). Really, I did. I wanted to love the cash-only policy for its antediluvian charm. But when I returned from trekking down Colfax for cash and the bartendress wouldn’t keep a simple drink tally for me (even though I was nice…
Meg is a childhood friend, and some days I believe that I learned everything important from her. She has been a force in my life since we met at West Middle School. We’ve experienced a lot together — everything from dating and dieting to divorce and death. One of my…
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There’s a bit of man-wisdom (folly?) that goes like this: All women are crazy. You just need to find one with the kind of crazy you can deal with, and then marry her. Well, if knowing immense quantities of information about brewing really good beer could be considered a “kind…
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Go ahead and burn my cool card. I’ve learned to accept tattoo sleeves and tramp stamps, but I just can’t understand why people put tattoos on places they can’t hide, like necks and faces. Didn’t they learn anything from hickeys? As I said to one of my friend’s children: “Do…
Tim Harris — or Timmy, as I like to call him, shouting it out like they do on South Park — has a passion for creating delicious things for his customers at Jax. But he isn’t a chef in the traditional sense. His creations are liquid, because he’s a “bar…
When Jäger Bombs first became popular, bars served them Irish Car-Bomb style, with four to six ounces of Red Bull arriving in a pint glass or lowball and the Jäger showing up in a shot glass. After all, half the fun was dropping the shot into the pint, making a…
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