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The Queen Anne Bed and Breakfast:
The Queen Anne is not a restaurant you go to. It is a place you stay.
In the historic district of Denver right across from a park is a beautiful historic home converted into a cozy bed and Breakfast. Each room is uniquely decorated. The perk in our choice was the private rooftop balcony complete with a hot tub.
We arrived very late, but our host stayed up to greet us and give us a quick tour of the common rooms in case we needed any tea or homemade pumpkin bars before breakfast. We took advantage of the well maintained gardens to take photos and enjoyed relaxing evenings overlooking a small slice of Denver.
Speaking of breakfast - It was better than anything we could have gotten in our neighborhood. Day one we had giant waffles with fresh fruit, scones, homemade yogurt and whatever juice we wanted. Day two had a different chef who prepared breakfast flatbreads with fresh pesto. The staff was happy and chatty whenever I saw them and we met several lovely guests around the breakfast table.
At the price I paid I would absolutely book this place next time I stay in the area.
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Colorado Campfire:
Just two blocks away from the B&B was Colorado Campfire. The Menu was approachable enough and after a long day running around Meow Wolf I didn’t want to make my very pregnant companion travel far.
We were seated quickly, but then the Chaos began.
Long after we were settled and commented on the aesthetic we were still waiting for a server to stop by. It us took flagging down a busser to begin service. I notice there’s three bartenders, one fo them firmly planted in front of a row of shakers doing nothing but creating extremely impressive artsy cocktails. We get our own drinks (a simple cocktail for me, tea for her) quick enough and begin ordering.
The entire time we’re getting along with our server, assuring her that we’re in no rush, the pregnant belly is pleased, and the entire oh we’re just tourists life story you share when anyone asks.
Appetizers were okay. I enjoyed the dips but felt disappointed in the pretzel bites. We ordered Mac and Cheese to split for our main and I’m pleased with the establishment again. Definitely worth it.
So at this point we have established that my companion is very pregnant, not drinking, and we’re sharing all the plates we order together.
It’s time to order dessert. Home stretch. We’re starting to really like this place and are continually impressed by that one guy still planted shaking cocktails.
We order the S’Mores Pops to share.
And we wait.
About ten, fifteen minutes later we’re served a S’Mores Cocktail.
All hell breaks loose. My companion’s face contorts, the waitress starts sweating, and the bartender who had not stopped making drinks the entire time we were there comes out from behind the bar to snatch my phone before I made a bad yelp review right then and there.
“We ordered the s’mores pops! The dessert!” the desperation is palpable as we try to figure out where it all went wrong.
Realization dawns over the server’s face. She begins apologizing for blasting us on twitter and making our order go viral. We accepted the apology as it was impressive it was already meme’d. But only if I could keep the drink. It was really pretty.
Moments later we are served barely toasted marshmallows covered in chocolate and graham crumbs.
Mediocre dessert. Fantastic cocktail.
[Note for readers: Colorado Campfire is a heavily exaggerated review. The staff was lovely. No one got meme'd.]
October 2022
Denver, CO