On weekend mornings, hungry, hung-over thoughts turn to brunch — Denver's favorite meal — and from there, thoughts often move on to the type of people you'll see at brunch in Denver. Says Cyril:
Where there aren't yuppie-hipster-douches, you deal with insufferable yet boring cornpone suburbanites. It doesn't get any more vanilla than that.
These places with their "7x Wagyu Brisket" and "racletas tortilla chips" crack me up. Just make a fucking decent sandwich and chips at a good price. That's comfort food. Unless you're a hipster douche.
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