This is a guest blog that came in today. Awesome because it's true. I suppose it depends on where you live, but in Colorado, places like CB & Potts just don't cut it. So, thanks for writing in. And thanks for not settling for mediocrity!
Years ago, I went on my first trip to Manhattan with a man who, as a merchandise manager for the old Neustedter company in Denver, was an old veteran of the New York scene. He couldn’t decide which restaurant to take me to for my first Manhattan dining experience, but remarked, “They’re all good here. A mediocre restaurant in New York won’t last twenty minutes.”
Years ago, I went on my first trip to Manhattan with a man who, as a merchandise manager for the old Neustedter company in Denver, was an old veteran of the New York scene. He couldn’t decide which restaurant to take me to for my first Manhattan dining experience, but remarked, “They’re all good here. A mediocre restaurant in New York won’t last twenty minutes.”
I found this
to be pretty much true in San Francisco and other cities. In Oregon, I
developed a fondness for microwbrews, and in trying to sample every
establishment in Portland, I can pretty well conclude there aren’t any bad
ones. Nor are there any mediocre ones, which is more to the point. Who needs
it?
The Colorado
microbrew scene seems to me to be as vibrant as Oregon’s—ever moreso, in its
own way, reflecting a population that tends to be more competitive than
Oregon’s. But as in Oregon, the beer in Colorado is simply outstanding.
Imagine my
surprise at finding a place that challenged the definition of mediocrity!
Needing a quick meal close by our temporary apartment home last night, my wife
and I stopped at CB & Potts. While looking forward to a homefoody kind of
meal after a long day of moving, a good, hearty stout or holiday brew was
definitely the order of the moment.
To call the
beer list unimaginative is an understatement.
It contained some of the usual suspects.
Nothing wrong with this, I guess. Not everyplace can sport an Oskar
Blues list. But at least you didn’t have to spend a lot of time on it, with so
few choices.
My wife
ordered the Total Disorder Porter, while I sent for the holiday release, S’no
Angel weizenbock. Billed as chocolate in color with a creamy, complex body. It
was really the color of a sunbleached cardboard box with a body about as
complex as Hawaiian Punch. The porter, tasted more like
chocolate/coffee-flavored club soda. These weren’t bad, mind you. Just boring
and uninteresting.
The menu
rotates around a very creative list of hamburgers. They all looked pretty good,
including my wife’s Reuben hamburger. The salad list could have come from
Anywhere USA. Steak and backribs also made an appearance, along with typical
pub fare. While acceptable—not great or memorable—the food items struck me as
being a dollar or two overpriced.
The point
being, why go to CB & Potts? The locals apparently had cottoned onto that
conclusion already, since at 7 p.m. on a Sunday night, the help almost
outnumbered the customers. And while it took an inordinately long time to get
our food, I have to say the waitstaff was really good.