Sometimes it’s good to be a doctor. The other night in LoDo, for example, when those tens of thousands of dollars in tuition debt came in handy for diagnosing a medical emergency. It was a beautiful night, although apparently the folks at Rio Grande thought it was a beautiful night…
Sandwiched between the ultra-hip Lola and the perennially chi-chi Sushi Den, the Pearl Street Grill is an old-school oasis for easygoing drinkers. So why would I go in there and order a Pink Lipstick? Because in addition to offering a wide selection of tap beers, stiff margs and classic cocktails,…
For me, summertime means lazy afternoons lying on the dock or sailing the Great Lakes. So when my craving for liquid refreshment overflowed one recent evening, I gathered a few fellow Midwesterners and headed to the back patio at Hemingway’s Key West Grille for some waterfront atmosphere and lots of…
If you’re going to stick with the maxim “Liquor then beer, never fear,” there are few better places to get stuck than at Las Margaritas. First, the restaurant serves up good, greasy Mexican food that helps reduce the number of free radicals that destroy your brain while you drink. And…
Blue Raspberry Limeade Recovery Room 819 Colorado Boulevard 303-333-0569 Suffering from heatstroke? Although Denver is a full-on inferno these days, relief is as close as the Recovery Room, where a Blue Raspberry Limeade is just the drink to cool you off. Made with UV Blue Vodka, sour mix and a…
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? I still remember the giggly shock that struck me in middle-school French lab when I learned the true meaning of that erotic song. It seemed so titillatingly romantic, which is probably why I stuck with the language and ended up living in Paris at…
I have a confession: I hate tequila. Ever since a spring-break trip to Cancun went bad during my freshman year of college, I can barely stand the smell of the wretched stuff. But I love all other things south of the border, so I couldn’t resist the lure of Lola,…
This is the July Fourth weekend — time to bust out that crazy star-spangled bow-tie, light the sparklers and wish our country a happy 227th birthday. And what better way to show your patriotism this year than by drinking at one of the fine establishments owned by Denver’s mayor-elect? I…
On a recent girls’ night out, we snagged a table on Tommy Tsunami’s street-side patio, the perfect spot for an evening of sushi, people-watching and gossiping up a storm. Tsunamis — those giant Japanese tidal waves — have long been feared by seaside villagers and fantasized about by extreme surfers,…
My idea of a night out at a baseball game is arriving at the bottom of the third inning and leaving at the top of the seventh. During those three-plus innings, chances are extremely good that I won’t ever know who’s at bat or what the score is; I’ll probably…
I’ve always been curious about the Chinook Tavern, which is named for the gentle westerly winds that warm the Front Range each winter. So after an early evening of shopping in Cherry Creek, we popped in for a much-needed cocktail. Although Chinook is known for its German food — as…
People have searched for centuries for the fountain of youth — but now all you need to keep that forehead as smooth as a baby’s behind is a shot of botulinum toxin, better known as Botox. And if you’re looking to hang with the hippest of the high-end, wrinkle-free hip,…
Tom Collins High Street Speakeasy 3862 High Street 303-298-9333 I’ve always wished I could have partied through the Roaring ’20s — with their bathtubs full of gin, fabulous fashions and gangster-owned, back-alley bars. But now, at the High Street Speakeasy, it’s easy to go back in time and drink to…
As Denver’s wet and wild spring continues and the South Platte River roars like the mighty, muddy Mississippi, why not head south to New Orleans — or maybe just Greenwood Village — and dive into a Streetcar Named Desire, the signature drink at Bourbon Street Pizzabar & Grill. Named for…
A new moon’s rising over Denver’s bar scene with the Luna Hotel, a super-chic boutique inn that just opened in the heart of LoDo. Saunter up to the stylish street-level bar for some out-of-this-world high-end cocktail creativity, including the signature Luna-Tic, which comprises a hush-hush mix of fresh juices and…
With his natty British accent and talent for wooing the ladies, James Bond and his “shaken, not stirred” martinis are the epitome of cool. And if the debonair 007 happened to hit Denver during his his never-ending mission to quash evil, you’d probably find him sipping one of Indigo’s namesake…
As friends and family can attest, I have many quirky habits, such as only eating candy that is yellow or red. (Forget green M&Ms and blue Skittles — bring on the Hot Tamales and lemon drops!) So naturally, when it comes to alcohol, my new favorite libation is the Strawberry…
As tulips pop up and ski resorts shut down, patio season hits Denver with almost as much force as last month’s Blizzard of 2003. With the sky staying light later, this is the perfect time of year to linger on the patio of the Park Tavern & Restaurant with a…
When the weekend rolls around, some people — we won’t call them boring, but they’re not exactly exciting — enjoy quietly reading the Sunday paper over a cup of steaming coffee. But real drinkers understand the pleasure that a brunch cocktail can bring, and there’s no better place to enjoy…
For most twentysomethings, the name Adam Sandler calls to mind the hilariously bad mullets of the Wedding Singer or the classic hockey-golfing of Happy Gilmore. So for a Gen-X member, it’s hard to write an item about a certain cocktail without including a line from Sandler’s “Hanukkah Song”: So drink…
Venice oozes romance, with its picturesque canals, meandering gondola rides and the chiming bells of St. Mark’s Square. But it’s also a very long, expensive transatlantic trip away. So instead of making the voyage, try sweeping your lover off his or her feet with the Peach Bellini at Maggiano’s Little…
Back in college, a major portion of my diet consisted of neon blue, orange and red Mr. Freeze popsicles; boxes of the incandescent tubes were stacked in the freezer at all times. But I never realized that I missed Mr. Freeze’s flavor until I took a sip of the Blue…
