Guess where I'm eating?

Only in Denver will you find mashed potatoes muffled with green chile. There's absolutely no chance that squashed spuds swamped with chile verde will ever become my guilty indulgence, but the clock had ticked way past the dinner hour, I was hungry, and there was a cold pint at my side to wash those tubers down. I'm not complaining.

Where was I lubed and fed?

Special bonus: Anyone who gives the first correct answer to the week's Where am I drinking/eating posts is entered into a pool -- and every Monday, we select one lucky winner who'll receive a DINR deck, worth up to $520 in discounts at independent restaurants.

Read all about DINR decks here.

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