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arendal, randomdreams and I tried to attend a scotch tasting last night but the line was around the block. We drove a little further south to The Matchbox, a bar in a small warehouse that used to be Linoleeum.
"Why are there hipsters playing Jenga in my living room and what have they done to the floor?"
I asked the bartender over the much too loud Purple Rain, "Do you have any scotch?"
"Yes."
"Which ones?"
"All of them."
"Glenmorangie?"
"Nope."
"Oban?"
"Nope."
"Macallan?"
The bartender throws up his hands and refuses to serve us.
"86ed from my own living room."
We look around. It's kinda nice what they've done to the place, but soulless.
I turn to my Gents and say, "Fuck the past, sometimes you have to go where you are still loved. We're going to The Cruise Room." Brian hadn't been before and everyone brightened at the idea.
Like magic there was a table open for us even though the place was packed. We ordered delicious beverages, mine included scotch. Two nice 1890's Victorian dressed gentlemen popped in looking for a place to sit. We offered up spots at our booth and they entertained us with stories about tours given by the Colorado Historical Society and passed us drink tickets for the Wynkoop. One of the gents hilariously ranted about the last Harry Potter for 15 minutes.
arendal got a fierce hankering for the Va Fan Culo at The Double Daughters. Brian replied that The Double Daughters has chartreuse. I had water.
On our way back to the car Brian spotted a food truck manned by pink mohawked dudes and ordered the French Toast Burger. Brian said it was amazing. I try not to eat fried food when drunk and hit up the burrito man. It was spicy but yummy.
A good night in the end.
arendal, randomdreams and I tried to attend a scotch tasting last night but the line was around the block. We drove a little further south to The Matchbox, a bar in a small warehouse that used to be Linoleeum. "Why are there hipsters playing Jenga in my living room and what have they done to the floor?"
I asked the bartender over the much too loud Purple Rain, "Do you have any scotch?"
"Yes."
"Which ones?"
"All of them."
"Glenmorangie?"
"Nope."
"Oban?"
"Nope."
"Macallan?"
The bartender throws up his hands and refuses to serve us.
"86ed from my own living room."
We look around. It's kinda nice what they've done to the place, but soulless.
I turn to my Gents and say, "Fuck the past, sometimes you have to go where you are still loved. We're going to The Cruise Room." Brian hadn't been before and everyone brightened at the idea.
Like magic there was a table open for us even though the place was packed. We ordered delicious beverages, mine included scotch. Two nice 1890's Victorian dressed gentlemen popped in looking for a place to sit. We offered up spots at our booth and they entertained us with stories about tours given by the Colorado Historical Society and passed us drink tickets for the Wynkoop. One of the gents hilariously ranted about the last Harry Potter for 15 minutes.
arendal got a fierce hankering for the Va Fan Culo at The Double Daughters. Brian replied that The Double Daughters has chartreuse. I had water. On our way back to the car Brian spotted a food truck manned by pink mohawked dudes and ordered the French Toast Burger. Brian said it was amazing. I try not to eat fried food when drunk and hit up the burrito man. It was spicy but yummy.
A good night in the end.
