Opa: Going Greek

 

For this post, I will be digging in the archives; but that seems appropriate considering the ancient history of Greece itself. I was inspired to write about my Greek adventure (circa 1997) thanks to the Greek Festival happening in Denver this weekend, plus the headline news about protests plaguing the nation. But my memories of Greece are far less dramatic, and more akin to a dream. These dreamlike visions are probably due to the fact it has been more than 12 years since I last stepped foot on Greek sand, but also because of the stark beauty and staggering scenery found on the many islands of Greece. 

It remains one of my most memorable trips from childhood, as I can still picture the exotic aqua sea crashing against the shores, where white stucco buildings with blue doors were cascading down the hills. I can still feel the oppressive heat atop the roof of the Marriott in downtown Athens. I can still hear the sounds of the bustling streets along the many plazas, as taxis crammed their way through tight spots and tourists shuffled through the crowd.

And then there are the other distant memories that aren’t quite as romantic, but certainly helped to form the identity of the area. Like the nude German tourists showering out of their RV’s parked along the beach. Or the sign in our island hotel stating “If you wanted to be comfortable, you should have stayed at home.” Or the late night sing-alongs in the taverna, which was lit by mere candlelight and had tables lined with ouzo and retsina. 

Sitting beachside is not a typical Harben endeavor, but my parents needed the vacation in the true sense of the word; not hustling through city streets and yo-yo-ing from monument to monument, but just a soak-up-the-sun kind of vacation. In these days, we were still living in upstate New York where at least six months of the year were consumed by at least six feet of snow (give or take a few feet). So the trip began in London, continued on Naxos island, and ended in Athens for a few days. 

A week on the island of Naxos, in Naxos City, started by landing at the rickety airport. Did I say rickety? Good, because I mean it. Look at this place! Talk about authentic. But as long as the airplanes going in and out of the airport were of the contemporary variety, it was fine. A wild cab ride took us through the winding hills and the dirt roads to our hotel—a whitewashed set of bungalows that possessed both charm and functionality. Until you stepped foot in the bathroom. Cue the cheeky sign touting comfort and staying at home.

There’s no way I can find the exact hotel we stayed in, but its steeped studio apartments and friendly owners are vivid. The list of economical hotels in Naxos is extensive, with prices ranging from $30 to $80 per night—even in season. Whichever hotel you find, chances are it will have spacious rooms with seaside views outside broad windows. Find accommodation with a restaurant or bar, as your fellow lodgers will likely be from all parts of the world and an interesting mix of people to talk to.

My affinity for Greek food started on Naxos, where I enjoyed authentic moussaka, spanakopita, and baklava for the first time. However, it was a rude awakening to discover a Greek salad in Greece consists solely of tomatoes (my antipathy for tomatoes was simply confirmed on Naxos). The restaurants on the island were humble, often run by modest families who looked out to the Mediterranean from their overheated kitchens. Business was less than booming during the day, but as the sun set, the locals and the tourists alike would pile in. 

Exploring the island was truly an adventure. The largest in the Cyclades island group within the Aegean, Naxos was once the center of archaic Cycladic culture in the Early Bronze Age. Wherever you find yourself on the island of Naxos, you’re only a few short hours away from a great ruin (such as Demeter's Temple) and mythic legend of yore; the only challenge is navigating the incredibly twisty roads (sans guardrails, of course). When not driving on edge (literally) or swimming in the Aegean, we walked along the stone streets of Old Town, trotted through the dirt roads marked by donkey tracks, and dug our toes into the crisp Greek sand.

Of course, island life got a little old after a few days of creating homemade seashell necklaces and splashing in the water, so it was off to Athens for the rest of the trip. This is where we enjoyed sunsets on the Ledra Marriot rooftop, leisure dinners on the popular restaurant plazas, and treks through ancient ruins. 

There are a lot of overrated cities in the world (Budapest and Lisbon come to mind), but Athens does not rank on that list. The energy, the food, and the people all make it a foreign experience in the best possible way. And the setting is stunning, with the Parthenon and Acropolis towering over you like a constant reminder of their historic prevalence. For a child, trying to comprehend the Early Neolithic era (i.e., 6th millennium BC) is nearly impossible, considering a flip-phone is “ancient” in kid terms. But it’s hard to miss the point that 7,000 years is a long time as you stand smack-dab in the middle of all that history.

Athens will forever be my first “foreign” city and perhaps the reason I fell in love with traveling in the first place. Toronto and London were always homes away from home, but Athens presented something completely different—something inspiring, something magical. The sign that suggested you should stay at home if you want to be comfortable sticks with me; traveling shouldn’t be familiar. It shouldn’t even be leisurely. It should be eye-opening, exciting, and at times, uncomfortable. That way in retrospect, trips can seem more like dreams—adventures you have to struggle to recall were real or fiction. Maybe the filter of time and youth has clouded my judgment of Greece. Perhaps if I visit it today, I'd have a completely different experience. But in the end, isn’t that what travel is all about?

If you’re craving more on Greece, especially the island of Naxos, take a peek at my mother’s book: Royal Amber, in which she describes these places so vividly, it’s like you’re there.

Destination: DC/Baltimore

As soon as we emerged from the dark underground metro station, the rain started to drip down on the DC pavement. I expected the area to be bursting in cherry blossom colors, but due to a late freeze, they weren’t in bloom. With a smartphone in one hand and an umbrella in the other, my friend Whitney tried to find directions to our destination, but we were decidedly off track.

We were lost in the rain without a hint of spring color that our nation’s capital is known for and you know what? It was fantastic.

There’s something about DC that is exciting and beautiful to a tourist, despite the damp conditions on the Friday we were there. Walking along the bustling National Mall with the Washington Monument on one end and the Capitol building on the other, I felt the rush of being steps away from politicians and decision-makers.

However on that day of all days, decision-makers were scarce as the government shutdown was looming. There was a sense of uncertain urgency in the air; the repercussions of a shutdown would have been far-reaching and devastating—not to mention disappointing for visitors. While I’ve “done DC” in the past, my friends Tara, Matt, and Rosie from Albuquerque were there for the first time and anxiously waiting to hear if all the museums on their “to do” list would be closed over the weekend. Luckily, the shutdown was miraculously avoided and it simply made for an interesting day in DC.

Whitney and I eventually found our way to the Newseum, an interactive news history museum on Pennsylvania Avenue. Back in 2004, I received the Al Neuharth Free Spirit Scholarship, sponsored by the Newseum and ever since I’ve craved a visit to this cutting-edge depository for the world’s news. It’s six floors of history and news, photos and broadcasts from world events that shook the public from 9/11 to Hurricane Katrina, the fall of the Berlin wall to the Kennedy assassination.

We met up with Tara, Matt, and Rosie and perused the Newseum for hours. I highly recommend this place, it ranks in my top three favorite museums of all-time next to the Musee D’Orsay and The Van Gogh Museum. Try to win tickets through the Newseum’s headline writing competition every Tuesday on their Facebook page.

After a pub lunch at the Elephant and Castle, we all headed to Ford’s Theatre, which was closed due to a matinee (yes, apparently it’s still functional). Check the schedule before you attempt a visit, their hours are anything but consistent. All was not lost, however, as the National Portrait Gallery is just up the street. Hundreds of portraits line the halls, from a gigantic monstrosity of LL Cool J in neon splattered paint, to more dignified versions of the presidents of the United States.

Since we racked up our culture points on Friday, we took Saturday to lounge and watch baseball down at Camden Yards with a group of friends. It was a double-header Orioles v. Rangers at this “retro” stadium built in the mid-nineties. While I’m a Yankees fan through and through, it was easy enough to root for the home team thanks to enthusiastic fans, a great view, and $8 pints of Flying Dog IPA. There’s a ballpark price calculation one must factor in when justifying buying beer at a stadium:

(# of games) (# of people you’re with) x (miles from home) (beer alcohol percentage) – (start time of game) = Price You’re Willing to Pay

(2) (5) x (17.40) (7.1%) – 4:35 = Price You’re Willing to Pay

Price You’re Willing to Pay = 8.004

Those are some solid math skills right there. Is it right? I don’t know. But I had to try and justify $8 beer, no matter how delicious it proved to be.

After the double-header we headed back to Whitney’s neck of the woods in Jessup where we indulged in some dancing at The Ram’s Head Tavern. It was a rocking little pub with a live band that gave a sense of fun and local flavor. It seems the suburbs know how to rock, and the prices are more reasonable than living the real city life. And there are some picture-perfect options, including Ellicott City, Maryland, which is ranked one of the top places to live in the United States.

While I don’t feel an affinity toward Baltimore at all, I do have a special place in my heart for DC. I think most Americans do. Kids tend to see it on a school trip or getting dragged from monument to museum back to monument by their parents, but seeing DC when you’re all grown up (ish) is a different experience. Besides the fact you can enjoy the bar scene, there are a lot of reasons to like DC as a young professional. From the politics to the landmarks, the food to the vibe, there’s something in our nation's capital for everyone. Even when you’re lost in the rain without a blossom in sight.

Take a Culinary Tour: Around the World in Eight Cuisines

When airline prices shoot up, vacation time is minimal, or you just can’t get away to a foreign land, don’t let that stop you from experiencing another culture. Instead, take a culinary journey. 

I’m not talking Olive Garden to get your Italian fix or Taco Bell to satisfy a Mexican craving, but rather truly authentic restaurants that transport you to another world; restaurants that capture the essence of another country through their ambiance and food.

Most cities will tout expansive culinary options, and Denver lives up to the tall order (it is the Mile High city after all). I’ve discovered restaurants that take you around the world and back…all while staying within the same zip code. Convenient, eh? 

And restaurants aren’t the only way to experience a foreign food; take a foray into ethnic cooking and look into recipes with an international flair. Just because you grew up with one type of cuisine, doesn’t mean you can’t explore an entirely different one. Whether you’re using a jar of Patak’s for that Indian flavor you’ve been looking for, or you whip up some German-style schnitzel from scratch, the right ingredients can be a recipe for culinary and cultural success. 

So how do you find authentic cuisine that has that magical effect of whisking you away without leaving your city limits? Well, that does require a trip…to the World Wide Web, of course. Visit yelp.com for reviews—the good, the bad, and the ugly will all be represented. Urbanspoon.com will indicate what restaurants are worth a voyage. Google “ethnic supermarkets” in your town, and you might be surprised by the diverse results. Cost Plus World Market offers stacked shelves stocked with interesting foreign foods. And be sure to look around college campuses for a unique concentration of diverse cuisine. 

If you happen to be in Denver, here are some recommendations for an authentic meal—eight to be exact. And bonus! No need for traveller’s checks (do those even exist anymore?). While I haven’t been to some of these, I have it on good authority that the following restaurants are the go-to places for foreign fare.

India: Jai Ho
The advantage of working for a university with a large international student population: restaurant recommendations. And the number one place the Indian students tend to recommend? Jai Ho in Aurora. It’s not just a song from the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack, but apparently it’s truly authentic Indian, specifically from the south. You better order a mango lassi, as the spice levels allegedly reach extreme heights. Other Indian eats: Little India.

Middle East: Jerusalem's
Close your eyes and listen to the cars zoom by and the buzz of foreign languages chattering around you; smell the roasting gyro meat spinning in the kitchen; sense the hustle and bustle of a popular Middle Eastern restaurant. Where in the world are you? A tiny shack-like structure near the University of Denver named Jerusalem’s. With a rustic interior lined with burlap sacks, Jerusalem’s has been producing plates of Middle Eastern goodies—from dalmas to baklava—since the 70’s. The flavor profile of each plate provides an authentic taste and the location makes you think you’re on vacation. Note: If you click the link above, put your sound waaaay down.

Germany: Café Berlin
I can never resist a German restaurant. There’s something about this comfort food that lures me in. And while I make a pretty slammin’ schnitzel myself—must be my German grandmother’s influence—seeking out spaetzel or potato dumplings has become a mission. Cue Café Berlin, a well-known downtown Denver restaurant serving up legit German meals that taste like Oma’s. And if you catch the owner, your German speaking skills best be brushed up because Sie wird Deutsch mit Ihnen sprechen. Other German eats: Helga’s.

Mexico: Rio Grande
Ok, I have to admit…this place is more authentic Tex-Mex than Mex-Mex. Maybe it’s the 3-limit margaritas that put me in a blurry haze of approval, but the simple Mexican meals you get at Rio Grande are delicious, consistent, and high-quality. Coming from New Mexico, it’s hard to nail down a Mexican restaurant that meets my staunch requirements, so I stick with Rio Grande to avoid disappointment. One day I’ll heed my own advice and venture out beyond the border. Until then, bring on the margaritas! Other Mexican eats: Santiago’s. 4 G’s Mexican Restaurant. Jack and Grill.

Italy: Undici
Another recommendation that has yet to be tried and tested, Undici in Englewood is an upscale neighborhood restaurant that allegedly delivers rich, hearty Italian cuisine. This isn’t the aforementioned Olive Garden, but rather thoughtful meals with style and elegance. Sorry, no unlimited salad and beadsticks here. But when you consider the price point at the O.G. (around $15 a plate for dinner!), you may as well go local and spend the same for better quality.

Great Britain: Bull & Bush
The smell of freshly brewed beer wafts gently through this crowded dark pub and you can’t help but believe you’ve been transported to Britain—without the $800 pricetag! However, the best part is distinctly American: all-you-can-eat Fish and Chip Fridays. Order the signature Man Beer IPA, sit back in the dark mahogany chairs, and enjoy the atmosphere. If you have enough beer, you might leave with a British accent. Other British eats: Pints Pub, GB’s Fish and Chips.

Asia: Pei Wei
Don’t skewer me yet! Let me make a case for why Pei Wei—the smaller sister restaurant of PF Chang’s—makes the list. You see, it’s the Pad Thai. It’s delicious. Hands-down best Pad Thai I’ve ever had. Try to beat it, I dare you (no really, I do…recommend another place and I’ll try it). And in terms of atmosphere, this chain restaurant does an excellent job of putting on a show. Sit up at the bar and be dazzled by the giant woks full of fire. The chefs know what they’re doing and the way they play with fire so food can play with your tastebuds is inspiring.

France: Le Central
Sitting in the back covered patio, you’ll swear you’re somewhere between Provence and Paris. The décor, the food, the people—it all adds up to a simply French experience. A different menu every night with reasonable prices considering the quality, Le Central delivers delectable French cuisine with a side of French-speaking natives at the helm. Tap into a crème brûlée or sample a steaming vegetable pot pie with a crust to write home about. This little slice of French heaven? Parfait. Other French eats: Trompeau Bakery.

New Years in Nashville: Long Live Alliteration

Short and sweet. That’s the best way to describe my 36-hour New Years adventure in Nashville, where the booze, courtesy, and music flow. After landing at BNA, a quick 15-minute drive got us to the Millennium Maxwell House Hotel, a music-themed hotel with impressive lobby and large rooms. Located 2.2 miles from downtown, the hotel provides a free shuttle service and is close enough to the Starbucks across the street to steal wi-fi (I’ve spent enough money at the ‘bucks in my life to justify this action). While typically running for under $100, the holiday price hike boosted the hotel to $150.

We headed out to mid-town to find dinner and to do a drive-by Vanderbilt University. Campus seemed to have a nice Southern flair to it, but it also mimicked the slow drawl…students vacated the area for break, so the vibe was off.  But gorgeous brickwork architecture and sprawling green campus lawns make it worth a stroll even during the off-season. Plus, the college bar and restaurant scene is plentiful.

Wander through the downtown region of Nashville in daylight and you’ll quickly gather that most of the action happens in the dark of night. The next day, while crews were setting up for the big guitar drop scheduled for that evening, we walked freely in front of the stage and surveyed the commotion. To get a better view, we trekked over the Shelby Street Bridge—one of the longest pedestrian bridges in the world. Even though bridges aren’t the safest place for two tourists, it did provide some great views of the Cumberland River and surrounding city. 

The primary visual element of the view includes the eye-catching statue Ghost Ballet (best name ever?). Funded by the Metropolitan Nashville Arts Commission, it stands 100 feet high and wide and acts as an arty backdrop to the downtown skyline. 

With our mandatory culture points racked up, we spent the rest of the afternoon record shop hopping. Past the Rescue Mission and in a rundown neighborhood, you’ll find Third Man Records owned by Jack White of White Stripes fame (RIP White Stripes). Of course, if you’re us in the middle of the afternoon on New Year’s Eve, you’ll find Third Man Records closed. Something for next time. Next up, Grimey’s New and Preloved Music, a small hole-in-the-wall record store off the beaten track and worth the trek. Go beyond the tiny entrance and discover stacks of reasonably priced music. I dare you not to buy something. 

Here’s the thing about Nashville: as friendly as it seems, as modern as it appears, it doesn’t feel safe. It’s a fairly basic tenet of travel that you’re going to wander mistakenly into a sketched out neighborhood or two in an attempt to find a must-see place, but in Nashville I felt uneasy most of the time. It took four attempts at various stores before we even felt secure to get out of the car (I’m sure all the parents out there reading this are duly impressed, don’t worry…we kept the doors locked). So when it comes to Nashville, and perhaps anywhere foreign in general, I advise you to travel in pairs, stay aware, and know when to admit it’s time to turn around. 

Despite the feeling of slight unease, we were ready to rock downtown for the evening. While Alicia and I joked that hanging in the hotel and avoiding the crowds was probably a better alternative to joining the hoards of drunks, we decided against it; you can’t go to Nashville on New Years and not go downtown (think of the alliteration!). So after a drink and gussying ourselves up (well, as gussy as we gals get), we hitched a ride on the free hotel shuttle with some dolled up Southern blonds who told us the primo locations for New Years. We took note of their advice, and reserved it for our “no way are we going there” list.

Let’s establish first and foremost that New Years Eve is one of the most highly anticipated—and in turn biggest letdown—holidays of the year. The pressure is on to have a blast, and if you’re not trying to live up to the hype, then you’re intentionally downplaying the magnanimous event by coolly saying it’s not your thing anyway. The latter excuse is for people who don’t have plans—not that there’s anything wrong with that. After all, I rang in 2010 in my dreams.

We dropped into the Beer Sellar (107 Church Street), a pretty basic lower level bar that only charged $1 cover. If you like your beer with a side of moldy basement and noticeable lack of fire exits, this is the place for you. The vibe was decent, but it cleared out around 11:45 in time for the guitar drop. We headed out and ended up gliding by the ineffectual security guards straight into the main area, right by the stage just in time to count down to midnight. 

The fireworks were spectacular and lasted just long enough to maintain my interest, and even though the guitar drop was anti-climactic (allegedly it didn’t even drop all the way), the crowd made it a worthwhile endeavor. Friendly, polite, and enthusiastic, the downtown celebrators were a hoot.

The crowd then spilled into the dozens of bars that line the main street; cover charges were all forgotten and bouncers were letting most people in. We went into the first bar we found with a live band, which was absolutely on point doing a Journey cover. Magically, we secured two stools at the bar and ended up taking orders for the five-person-deep line that formed behind us. We later ended up singing along with the band in front of the stage. Friends were made. Beers were downed. Tunes were heard.

Set aside your pre-conceived notion of Nashville being just a country music hotspot and recognize it as the music haven it truly is. Rock, pop, jazz, blues—it’s all here. And while the country music scene is huge (Nashville hosts the annual CMA Music Festival), it is ideal for all music lovers, regardless of genre.

We got our fill of 80’s and 90’s rock cover songs and headed to the bar next door, which proved to be a true honky-tonk country joint with old-timer musicians rocking away. We toasted last call with some champagne and then hailed a taxi back to the hotel in the rain. Our bar-hopping experience proved Nashville to be one of the nicest cities in the world, what with the Southern gentlemen and their drink-buying ways and the friendly girls who were always chatty. Even on New Year’s Eve, the bartenders were all attentive and talkative. Overall, and for once, NYE lived up to the hype and proved to be one of my favorite holidays of all time. 

The next day, before we departed for Jackson, Tenn. to see Alicia’s brother, we scouted out a Diners, Drive-In’s, and Dives location. Athen’s, a tiny Greek family-run restaurant, had a chaotic, 20-minute wait, but ultimately that resulted in a heaping pile of gyro and fries. Was it worth the wait? Eh. I’m sure Guy Fieri would lead you to believe it was, but it's certainly no diner from My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

The first time I visited Tennessee, I was surprised to find myself there and thought I’d never return. But about a year later, I found myself back on Titan soil and this time, it really was everything I would expect from a hip-and-happening Southern city. From the bar scene to the music scene, the polite people to the downtown vibe, Nashville is indubitably the entertainment and courteous capital of the South.

To Do: Denver

Does Denver have a bad rap? Really, that's a legit question...think about this. What's a negative to Denver? I guess you could say the unpredictable weather, but who doesn't like a little variety? And I'm sorry, does the music scene just offer TOO many options for your melodic palate? Speaking of palates, I guess one could say the insane amount of microbreweries in the area could potentially lead to an awesome overload for your taste buds.

So it's decided then, right? Denver is the place to be? Ok, good. Because I moved there.

When my brother sent me a listing for what can only be surmised as my dream job at the University of Denver, getting the gig seemed farfetched. But when the stars aligned and I got the job, Denver became reality. That nixed any London plans (apologies to my would-be flatmate Sarah, I owe you), but the opportunity was irresistible. Fast-forward a few months later (after interviews, getting hired, giving two-weeks notice in Albuquerque, celebrating, packing, moving, and settling in)—and here I am, in a new house that’s a 15-minute walk from a new office in a new city.

Unlike previous entries, this post will end as purely aspirational—consider it my Denver to-do list (with some action items already crossed off with the help of friends who have been to visit; thanks to Alicia, Kate, Mike and Erin Schelle, Tara, Matt, and Rosie for coming to chill, plus my brother Mark who is usually my pal in painting the town red). In a dynamic city such as this, one can get overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of concert venues, restaurants, bars, theaters, museums, outdoorsy stuff, stores, sporting events, etc. So I’m busting out the post-it notes and creating a 100%-hands-down-have-to-do-this-while-I'm-here list.

But before we get to that list, here are some tried and true locations around town.

To say there are "plenty of bars and restaurants" in the 16^th Street area seems general and hackneyed, but trust me—that's the best way to say it. With tons of options to choose from, you could be bar-hopping for days. Rock Bottom downtown is my top choice, with multiple seating options including a backroom bar, dining area, and patio. The Falling Rock Tap Room prices the menu so with tax it all lands at an even number (great for mathphobics, therefore great for me). If you can withstand some staredowns, The Tilted Kilt is enjoyable. It has a chuckle-worthy name, but the real kicker is that it's a Scottish-themed Hooters. Sitting on the patio in plain daylight (yes, we were day-drinking, don’t judge) proved embarrassing as passersby did double-takes at the servers' attire, or lack thereof...but the British-ness of the joint makes it worth a pit stop.

The Rio offers delicious Mexican fare and uber-strong margaritas that rival Del Charro. At night, it transforms into a trashy disco, so grab a drink at dusk and then hurry across the street to Freshcraft before the sun goes down. The beer selection is staggering, and they offer smaller ounces to get a sample taste. The Yardhouse will be opening up the street in December, and that's a favorite from Phoenix.

Near DU, Jordan’s is slightly overpriced with hit-or-miss service, but the cozy atmosphere and Strongbow on tap make me forget about its indiscretions. For cheap eats and drinks, Pioneer boasts an incredible happy hour, with $3 pint-size margaritas everyday until 7 (plus, it's walking distance to my house...score one for Pioneer). When giving directions to my house, I have the classy privilege of saying "hang a left at Spanky's Roadhouse." This place is far more couth than the name implies, with mouth-watering burgers and a wholesome feel to it. But if you want to get really townie, hit up Smugs around last-call.

The concert and sports scenes in Denver have yet to disappoint. From Ben Folds alongside the Colorado Symphony Orchestra to Ozomatli at The Ogden, from the New York Knicks v. the Denver Nuggets basketball to DU v. Boston College hockey, Denver entertainment keeps my calendar full (with an adverse affect on my bank account).

DU itself is breathtaking. I walk through the green, perfectly-manicured campus with the staggering mountains in the background and I'm truly thankful for living where I live—especially since I can walk to work through quaint, quiet neighborhoods, yet still be a mere 7 miles from the action of downtown Denver.

But enough with the gloating. Without further delay, here is my forever-fluctuating list of things to do in Denver. If you have any suggestions, be sure to let me know! Consider this a living document, in more ways than one.

Concert Venues
Fiddler’s Green
√ Ogden Theater (Guster in January)
Invesco Field at Mile High (U2 in May)
Bluebird Theater
Fox Theater
√ Boettcher Concert Hall

Restaurants
√ Little India (live sitar music and delish chicken tikka? Yes, please!)
Mustard’s Last Stand (have to go for the name alone—it’s a hot dog joint)
Cherry Cricket (featured on Man v. Food)
Snooze (breakfast of champions)
Undici (gotta wait for the parental unit to foot that bill)
√ Le Central (French food and flair at its finest!)
√ Café Berlin (Ich liebe Deutchland!)
Helga’s (my constant craving for German food can finally be satiated)
Twin Dragon (best Chinese restaurant in Denver? We’ll see.)
Middle Eastern Row (a block of Middle Eastern restaurants on Colorado Blvd.)

Bars
Streets of London
√ The Fainting Goat
√ Pint’s Pub
√ Jordan’s
√ Crimson and Gold
√ Pioneer Pub
The British Bulldog
√ Bull and Bush Pub
Campus Lounge
Stadium Inn
√ Spanky’s Roadhouse
Bonnie Brae’s
Hade’s

Museums
Denver Art Museum (DAM!)
Colorado Ski Museum (Vail)
Denver Firefighters Museum
√ Santa Fe Art District

Outdoorsy Stuff
√ Washington Park
City Park
Mountains (not quite sure how to enter that in my GPS, but we'll find out)
Vail
Idaho Falls
√ Boulder

Stores
Googie
√ Tattered Cover Book Store
Wax Trax Records
Twist & Shout Music
Cherry Creek Shopping Center
Dave-Co Liquors (Biggest inventory in CO)

Sporting Events
√ DU Hockey
Rockies Baseball
Broncos Football
√ Nuggets Basketball