Although it was extremely difficult saying goodbye to our family and friends as we left Connecticut last weekend, my fiancé and I could not have been more excited for our long-awaited adventure out West. After a three-day stop in Chicago, where we took selfies in the Chicago Bean, attended the Windy City Rib Fest, and spent the Fourth of July watching fireworks all over the city, we ventured through the corn fields of Iowa and Nebraska, and eventually made it to our final destination of Denver, Colorado.
I’ve been living in Denver for only about 5 days now, but my opinion of this place was formed a long time ago. Flying out here to visit my brother, who has been living in Colorado for a while now, was something I looked forward to every year. It’s hard not to love a place brimming with abundant sunshine, mountain views, and charming, distinctive neighborhoods. In recent years, visiting Denver with my family and friends has meant eating and drinking our way through the city, with other Denver-y things sprinkled in between each meal. So far, living here has been no different.
To start off a Saturday of revelry yesterday morning, I sat myself down at Denver Biscuit Co. with a few of our friends, and began to look at the menu with an increasingly elevated heart rate. Biscuit sandwiches and plates of every kind made for a very long decision making process. How’s a girl to decide between biscuit pot pie and a pulled pork biscuit sandwich? Luckily, I didn’t have to decide between sweet and savory, because we ordered one of these babies for the table:
That right there, would be a giant biscuit cinnamon roll smothered with icing and topped with bacon. I think I have had a subconscious craving for a cinnamon roll ever since our road trip. It’s hard to visit a rest stop off the highway, hungry and tired from being in the car for 6 straight hours, and not be captivated by the mouthwatering scent of cinnamon-sugar, arising from the Cinnabon kiosks present at almost every stop. However, Egg McMuffins and Starbucks won every time we stopped, and I was not able to satisfy my cinnamon bun hankering… that is, until yesterday morning. Thank you Denver Biscuit Co. for making my cinna-dreams come true.
Apparently, brunch at Denver Biscuit Co. isn’t complete without at least two biscuits. Enter: The DBC Club.
My DBC Club was piled high with buttermilk fried chicken, bacon, cheddar, tomato, shredded lettuce, and chipotle ranch. The chicken was crispy, the cheddar was sharp, and the biscuit was flaky and buttery. My only problem during the course of the meal was debating whether to cut the club and eat it bite-by-bite, or try to attack the thing sandwich-style (Fork and Knife method won, by the way). I left Denver Biscuit Co. full, happy, and already dreaming of my next biscuit sandwich.
Denver, I think I’m going to like it here.
I must have me some of these biscuits!