(Denver Love Letter #2)
Last night the Mercury Cafe was spot-on. Despite having been there several times, I had never been upstairs — what a mistake! It’s a gorgeous little venue with seats (nice for old people like I’m becoming!), a rose on every table, and all lit up with red lights. The music was good (sorry, though, Dovekins — I missed you again). They had what I think was an intermission band, and kids showing off their swing dance skills. It’s a place that makes a lot of people’s hearts sing — you can just sort of tell.
I hadn’t really been there much since the way most poets read their work started to drive me up the walls (they’re known for their open mic nights and poetry slams). Also, I feel like I should like the food at the Mercury. I like the idea of the food at the Mercury (organic, etc.) but for some reason it has always seemed a little bland. Looking at their menu tonight, though, I think I either need to try harder or stick to their drinks, which are mostly local (and OMG — they have pear brandy!)
Last time I was there was on a sort of foreshadowing-of-the-end date, where something hit me and I got intensely sad, right in the middle of dinner, and it was completely transparent on my face. The time before that, I think, was an awkward “you-should-meet-the-guy-I’m-dating” dinner filled with self-consciousness (mostly mine). So: for me it’s kind of a sad/awkward-memory place, but that’s not really the fault of the Mercury — more what (and whom) I sometimes bring to it. (Note: last night’s company was great).