Rounds of drinks and tight pants: no, I’m not talking about hitting the club, I’m talking about brunch.
I absolutely LOVE brunch. For my money, it’s one of the best ways to spend a lazy morning with good food and good friends. During the Spring and early Summer (before it becomes too hot and humid, because brunch is best when done on a patio), my girlfriends and I do brunch pretty much every weekend. Usually, with my group of friends, the focus of brunch is the champagne but, every now and again, you stumble across a brunch that is all about the food. This past weekend in Colorado, my family and I found just that.
We stayed at a Renaissance hotel in the Flat Irons area of the city, which is a new-ish suburb of Denver, complete with a massive mall, tons of restaurants and plenty of hotels and businesses. I find that hotel food is very hit and miss, and usually I end up walking to a restaurant or bar nearby to get a decent meal. Thankfully, that’s not the case at the Renaissance – they’ve got a great bar (and by great bar, I mean a great bartender named Bryce who’s always down to sneak me chocolate from the dessert fridge with a free glass of whatever new red wine he’s pouring) and a really, really good restaurant. I’ve had dinner there several times (it’s a hotel I’ve stayed at on many a ski trip and family vacation), but it wasn’t until this past Sunday that I was able to enjoy their brunch – and let me tell you, it was nothing short of amazing.
I started with a seafood and cheese course and, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that whenever I get to say “I started with a seafood and cheese course,” I’m a very happy girl.
I started with a seafood and cheese course and, if there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s that whenever I get to say “I started with a seafood and cheese course,” I’m a very happy girl. From there, I moved on to something nice and light: prime rib with mushrooms and potatoes. When I said “nice and light,” I meant I think it’s still stuck to my ribs, but that’s just how I like my prime rib and potatoes. After that, because apparently I’m in training to become the Kobayashi of brunch, I had a plate that somehow fit eggs Benedict, hash browns and gravy, biscuits and gravy (no such thing as too much gravy, right?) and bacon. OK, and sausage. And maybe a piece of toast with homemade boysenberry jam. One would think that’s where I’d have cut myself off, but my champagne buzz was starting to kick in, and I needed something to round out my meal so, naturally, I reached for a pecan pie bar, which I devoured. After that course (number 4, I believe) I finally threw in the napkin.
What I love most about brunch (other than the fact that it’s acceptable to drink at 10 AM and eat more food than should be humanly possible) is how there’s no pressure to get up and leave the table. Brunch is such a relaxing experience (until your pants start cutting off your circulation – thank god for leggings), and I’m so content every time I get to enjoy it with friends, family or both – even if it does mean starting a juice cleanse the next day to make up for eating 4 meals in one.