The sandwich: Invesco Park What's on it: Chicken breast, caramelized onions, melted pepper jack cheese, lettuce and tomato, homemade red pepper mayo on oven-roasted focaccia. Where to get it: Intermission Café (444 17th Street, 303-825-0515) How much: $5.49
Having a bad day? Take a break. Boss yelling at you? Pause for a moment to take a deep breath, preferably somewhere cool and dark and not too challenging.
That seems to be the theory behind the Intermission Café (motto: "Because Everyone Needs a Break"), a family-run place that opened a few months ago, serving breakfast, sandwiches, wraps, baked potatoes, salad and coffee.
Although it's located on bustling 17th Street, the café is quiet, large on the inside, and the place I would escape to if I worked in any one of the office buildings around it.
It's where I'd go by myself, or maybe with a friend -- preferably one I could bitch to about my job -- and be sure that no one would find me. It's where I'd steal away when the idea of green chile or Chinese food or pizza unsettled my already churning stomach.
On my visit, I ordered the Invesco Park, in part because I liked the list of ingredients and in part because I liked the name, which references Invesco Field at Mile High, but gets the name wrong, either by accident or on purpose.
Oddly, this sandwich's strong suit was also its weakness. Namely, there was little there to challenge an adventurous eater, but plenty to soothe an anxious one.
The focaccia was warm, friendly and fluffy. The chicken was pleasant, and while I'm sure there were onions and red pepper mayo on board, I couldn't really taste them. The cheese (pepper jack?) served to meld whatever there was into a palatable whole.
When I left, I felt calm, cool and collected. Ready again to take on the day.
For previous sandwiches, see the Our Weekly Bread archive.