I don’t want to alarm anyone, those back home in Vancouver, or anyone looking forward to our arrival in Toronto, but we have an announcement to make. We’re not leaving Denver.
UGH! Okay we are but none of us are happy about it. We felt the love when we got in yesterday, but staying an extra day in this beautiful city was the best decision we made so far. The weather has been balmy, the streets are clean, the old architecture is amazing, and everyone is so nice it just makes you want to slap them and tell them to grow up!
This morning we had an absolutely delicious breakfast at the amazing Panzano in the Hotel Monaco Denver. Zagat rated, constantly put on top places to eat in Denver, Chef Elise Wiggins has made food so great it’s almost abnoxious. We had the Panzano “Eggs Benedict” which comes on sun-dried tomato polenta, topped with prosciutto, fontina cheese and Hollandaise on basil pesto. I can’t even, still. And for the love of all that is good and holy, if you have a sweet tooth, please have the Pumpkin Almond Pancakes.
Steve was going through it a little this morning, so Faye and I hopped into trusty Beryl while he had a baby lay down, and drove west to the Red Rocks Park outside Denver. Like stepping into something out of a sci-fi novel, the entire natural beauty houses an amphiteatre that has hosted the worlds best musicians including Fleetwood Mac, The Beatles, and Mariah Carey to name a few. And me. Next week. Buy tickets. It’s gonna’ be big.
We swung back around to the hotel to pick up Steve now that he wasn’t an absolute disaster, and took off to a cute area of Denver called Highland that had some great shops, and restaurants, and the best tacos I have ever had in my life. So if you’re in Denver, and you miss eating at Pinche tacos, I’ll 100% slap YOU and tell YOU to grow up.
First and only stop tonight, as promised ladies and gentleman: Charlie’s. For all of you traveling to Denver, apparently Thursday is the night to go to Charlie’s, and boy oh boy did it not disappoint. For one, there is 2 Step lessons, for b, there is a lot more cowboys, for 3, the guys are gorgeous, for d, the drinks are $2.50. And how we did not notice the cowboy boot disco ball is beyond me.
I could have sat all night and fell in love 9 times over and over again just watching the non-stop, all night, line dancing. This is the bar to go to.
Denver is everything anyone could want. With a city easy to get around, a city surrounded by beautiful architecture and a surprising cultural scene, a city with misunderstood weather temperate year round to Vancouver, and a city with endlessly amazing food, we would all stay another night if the timing was right. As a matter of fact, Steve made a judgement call tonight that we were in fact staying another night to which I rolled my eyes, hard, and spent a good few seconds eying the bar to figure out just which gentleman had convinced him of that. Even Bruce is happy here in the lap of Colorado luxury.
Visit Denver. We’ve made a slight change of plans for tomorrow’s travels. Stay tuned.