(Denver Love Letter #8)
Breakfast is breakfast, right? You have eggs and pancakes and coffee, and maybe the option of fancy eggs and pancakes and coffee. There are more- and less-greasy breakfasts. There are a few regional variations — I imagine it’s hard to find anything smothered in green chili on the east coast, for example, just as there aren’t a lot of grits on the menu around here. But generally speaking, breakfast is breakfast.
What makes Dozens stand out?
- Location in an old house near the Denver Art Museum
- If there’s a wait, you can go across the street and drink (coffee or otherwise) at Pint’s Pub, and they’ll call when your table is available (note: this used to be the case, but I didn’t wait when I went with Susie a couple of weeks ago, so I’m not sure).
- The fare is relatively light — you probably won’t feel like you need to roll yourself out and go directly home to take your food-coma nap.
- All of the menu items are named after local places, and appropriately described. For example: The 6th Avenue Interchange omelet: “Fresh spinach, sauteed mushrooms, and Swiss cheese. No rhyme, reason, or logic to it, but no accident.” It just makes you feel like you belong to the city if you know what they’re talking about.
In other news: trying not to get too worked up. Excitement and stress are physiologically similar — I think the difference lies in how you respond emotionally…