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| Name the movie: "Nobody ever robs restaurants. Why not?" |
I felt bad that I didn't get a more signature dish from the place than mere pancakes, but those pancakes were some of the best I've ever had. And they were doormat-sized. I didn't know eggs were anything but eggs everywhere, but somehow their eggs were something to write home about as well.
From Wikitravel:
In an otherwise deserted stretch of an otherwise hoppin' Colfax, this is pretty much everything you would want of an iconic urban diner—the sort that achieved just the right balance of neon, grime, tattoos, and cheap greasy food, with an ample dose of authenticity. And crucially, it is open around the clock to feed the morning downtown crowd and the late night intoxicated revelers.
I don't have a picture, but I also must promise you that the view of downtown Denver from the highway as you're driving to the Denver Diner on Colfax is pretty epic.
I would also like to mention that the Alamo had probably its most successful night with the opening of Man of Steel. Everyone was so on their A-game that the kitchen turned into a dance party. No, that is not a joke.
Some people have quit over the last few weeks, so I might be moving up here pretty soon. I've worked cocktails twice already, and I'm starting to get the hang of it. No big screw-ups yet. At least, I don't plan on doing anything so stupid as making a Margarita with Vodka. (Yes, a new guy there did that, and it was the worst thing I have ever tasted in my life)
By the end of next week I will also be caught up on bills. No more being broke as a joke!
