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This is one of those places where you can look up at the chalk menu as you read the paper and plan out the meal you will have next time. A place where the easy smile of the cute waitress inspires the jauntiness of your steps as you leave the place. One of those secret places that remind you of the fact you are in one of the world's great cities. Cusic is my restaurant crush. I think about her when I eat elsewhere.

Use to be the best part of visiting a coast was returning with never before seen kicks, but then the 400 showed up and totally changed the game in fly-over territory. They somehow managed to convince the red-eye night fliers to air drop packages of limited release goods to the masses. That part in Pleasantville where the grey town becomes awash in color, yeah, that pretty much describes the sneaker scene in Colorado after the 400 opened.

The thing with metroboom is it puts a lot of pressure on you. You can get a custom shirt with all the details you want or can think of. And when you get it, it will fit you great because of the skill of the tailor. So if you want a contrast stitch, paisley print with french cuff and double stack collar that screams when you enter a place, you can get that made just so. Me, I don't scream. Why scream when you can whisper thunder. Whatever you want your clothes to say, those made here will echo.

Sometimes you have something so tasty it sticks with you long after the moment you try it. Every pastry I have had since has been haunted by the Gruyere and Thyme Gougere and its near perfection. I worried that tasting it again years later would not live up to the beautiful memory of that first time. So I ordered it again with trepidation, not wanting to sully that delightful thought. My fear disappeared when I placed a small piece in my mouth, and found myself living a beautiful dream.

Generally avoided by the citizenry, The Hill is the social hub of the undergraduates. It is best ignored unless within one's "glory years." That being said, it is chockful of attractive 5th years and has some decent food. The Fox Theater is the city's best music venue. Not a place to drive an expensive car you paid for yourself.

The best jukebox in town and the scene of many regretful occasions. Free pool until sometime, and cheap daily drink specials. If you seek it you shall find in this place that somehow makes any intention of moderation impossible. The crowd is varied and the only place in town you can wear a tuxedo or neon and not merit a second glance. The scumdowner is the classiest dive around and hallowed ground for all who learn its charms.

The main street that wall street forgot to mess with.

You can find Santiago's all over the Front Range, and you should seek it out. The reason is they kill it every time. There is something about their green chile that makes for insane loyalty. It is the best there is. Others may lay claim to the title, but they are pretenders to the Santiago's throne. It has been months since I have had it, but even the thought makes my mouth water. I have green chile flashbacks and they are happy times. You can work up to the hot if you're a novice, the work will pay off. It may hurt at first, but it hurts so good.

There may be quite a few sandwich joints in this here college town, but when only the best will do this is the place to head. Their giardiniera is out of this world pickled pepper goodness, and their bread retains a crisp crust that stands up to any extended hiking trip. Grab a sandwich to go and climb a mountain for one of Boulder's best meals. Apparently, they also have soup and salad. They have locations on the Hill and on the East side, but this chain is so local it remembers when the hippies drove used cars. When the time comes in your Boulder time for an awesome sandwich, and it will, this is the sandwich that will sate that craving.

The best food the region has to offer. Talented and conscientious purveyors provide heirloom varietals and perfect preserves to the eager masses at this Boulder weekend gathering spot. The home of the best people watching of the week. An equal mix of young, hip. and still hurting, and overtrained for the ultra-marathon so the hip is still hurting. Foodie fantastic with samples galore, award winning cheeses and fresh baked breads. Plan your evening fete or just stop by to have a gyro. The Wednesday evening market has a beer garden and live music, but the saturday market brings out the crazies. The 20-minute wait for peaches is justified.

If you were looking for a book to read, or just browsing away some time in Mile End, this is a great place to pick up some inspiration. The range of styles offered by their talented artists is enough to get those juices flowing. Their carefully curated selection of other titles is a must-read list by itself. Being nerd never felt so good.

Old victorian house, fresh baked bread, mismatched silver, cloth remnant napkins, t-shirt hand towels, great sunny patio, soft boiled eggs, challah french toast, bloody mary and mimosa brunch, thursday wine tastings, excellent people watching, see above.

Less is more at this localized boutique on the main. The cut of each garment is perfect for the slender hipster frame and the fine line and attention to detail make for go-to gear for that art opening or sold-out show. The Blank is for you to embellish and make your own, but for the not so inclined there are some slick local ready-mades in the back.

This place is like Katz's in french. It is no Katz's, and isn't trying to be. But it is something that is close to perfect. If you are boozing your way up the main, and you want something divine, grab a seat at the bar and order a medium smoked sandwich. You will see the light.

Remember in Four Rooms when Quentin Tarantino's character says he drinks Cristal because everything else is piss? Well, this is one of those coffees that let you know what those other coffees are.

Get you a Bloody while you wait the long hour for your table. Let your ears enjoy the live gospel show. Let your eyes enjoy the meticulously considered decor and pajama clad service staff. When you sit, let the house roast excite your nose and let your hands tear a chunk off the bison coffee cake. Your mouth will be happy with all it tries, from the wild rice porridge to the house made peanut butter. At the pearly gates, when asked why you skipped church, if you reply because you were at brunch here, St. Peter will be jealous and probably let you in.

Seriously, if you do it will take even longer to get a table, and I'm hungover and need eggs and a kiwi licuado. Maybe a cafe con leche and a bloody mary too. Stay away, it is not the type of place you want to be. The gorgeous Portenos eating fine pastry and talking of seeing the dawn is just too much. No delicious sandwich on artisanal bread or delicate savory tart merits the effort required to see through the Fernet cloud, so don't put that effort forth. I would appreciate it.