The Denver Omelette

The problem with writing a blog about a city you love is that you aren’t the only one that loves said city.  There are bound to be more blogs, publications, magazines and street talk all saying the same thing.  Eat here for the best pizza, go here for the best happy hour, get drunk here [...]

Sometimes you just want some meat, you know what I’m saying? Last night was one of those nights. The hubs was itchy to start his Thanksgiving vacation and I was going to tear my hair out if I had to spend one more night on the couch. I’ve been sick for more than 2 weeks [...]

Blogs are like exercising; or relationships; or families; the motivation comes and goes. We’ve been in a bit of a rut. I mean… we’re awesome and fabulous as always… just lazy busy. While I don’t have any Omelette adventures to recount at the moment, here are a few things I’m excited about: -Denver Beer Week [...]

Us Denver Omelettes are obsessed with figuring out how we can get rich and famous so that we don’t have to continue being slaves to ‘the man‘ any longer!  Nearly every time we get together we discuss  what might be THE next million dollar idea in the hopes that we can leave behind the monotonous [...]

Peaches is an avid honoree of her pale-skinned Irish heritage. Check out this super Denver St. Paddy’s Day party at The Irish Snug, 1201 East Colfax Ave., Mar. 17: Open at 11 a.m. with special limited menu all day. The celebration takes place inside and on the patio at the Irish Snug, Under the Snug [...]

By Peaches Julian “I like to pay women for sex,” slurred an older gentlemen, squinting one (of two) glassy eyes at me over his fruit cocktail. Fruit cocktail: Beverage refill layered upon beverage refill in the same glass, with stacked-up and pickled limes. Eight to be exact — in his tall rum and “colas.” “Um. Super?” I look at [...]

By Peaches Julian Among my numerous daily aversions to Boulder, Colo., I found my airplane bottle of bona fide whiskey in a house of Jack Daniels imposters.  My needle in a haystack, if you will. A pleasant end to the latter part of a forever fucked-up day, laymen. During my daily commute from  glorious Denver to Boulder, I always borderline Bandimere-speed the [...]

We’re just good at everything… sheee-it.

By Peaches Julian He totally looked at me, past the front row of two dozen fist-pumpers. And in my photos he practically eye-fucked the shit out of my zoom lens. And then, we took a picture together. Again. I still assume he remembers me. I’m just one of those 100 drunk chicks who slurs the love [...]