Boulder Colorado. Today I learned two things. The first is that there are bottles of beer that cost $40. The second is that they are worth every penny. But before we come to that lets explore boulder. A walk down Pearl Street, the main drag for tourists, reveals a city building on its mining past and embracing its present – a mecca for alternative lifestyles cohabitating with a party-hard, drink-harder 30k student body. The architecture reflects the days of mining gold, then silver, and finally coal that established Boulder, but the old brick buildings now house stores selling namaste embroidered hats and designer coffees.
The mall itself provides an endless array of street performers scattered between bronze statues of local fauna magnified to mythical sizes (we’re talking Neverending Story sized snails and frogs larger than Frances), and the usual college town mélange of students, parents, tourists, and the homeless. A perfect stop for the bus? We thought so.
The bus had been having some of its usual difficulties (not starting, stalling in traffic, rolling backwards down the highway, etc …) when we pulled into Boulder and stopped the meet the citizenry outside our excellent sponsor, The Kitchen (more on them later). Said citizenry turned out to be some of the most colorful we have met thus far. This includes the staff of the righteous (only left of course, very left) eco-mag, Elephant, the diesel psychic Gordon Banta who confirmed Lucas’s suspicions that something was wrong with the fuel injectors, the Wild Oats staff who restocked us on organic goods, and a long missed alum Lauren Maynard.
And then we had dinner. If you are in Boulder, do as the natives do – eat at the Kitchen. Though the owner Hugo went into great detail describing his efforts to obtain local organic foods and the responsibility of waste disposal in the food industry, he neglected to warn us about the incredible ability of his staff. To say the food was delicious is to say that C.S. Lewis was a Christian, it’s true, but it completely misses the point. The food was so wonderful it was indecent, almost erotic – to the point that I would be uncomfortable eating there with my parents. Every dish was unexpected, exciting, and incredibly new. And the beer, yes the beer. For those of us who could imbibe (and we did indeed imbibe) our wonderful waitress Lily guided us through a list of local and imported brews that rivaled a Napa cellar for variety and price. While many were sampled, the favorite was Deus Brut Des Flandres, a Belgium beer served and in flutes and more akin to champagne than beer. In the words of Chris “on the happiness scale, off of the graph.” To Hugo, Adam, both Kates, and the entire Kitchen staff, thank you from the bottoms of our hearts and our stomachs.
- brent
BGBers enjoying the wonderful atmosphere of The Kitchen.
1 comment:
fauna is great word. twice is not enough. use it in more blog entries.
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