As soon as I arrived at my Denver hotel, I asked the bellhop for a quick and casual lunch suggestion. He sent me to The Market two blocks down on Larimer, which is about as cute as a street can be. Both sides are lined with shops and restaurants, and there are lights strung across the top that give it a charming ambiance for an evening stroll.
The Market has a charming, old world feel. The walls are lined with food items for sale (some local, some mass produced). Old men sit in wire-backed chairs sipping cappuccinos, and a variety of sandwiches and other hot meals are available from a counter in the middle of the restaurant. I ordered a Reuben from a short old man with the raspiest voice I’ve ever heard, and took a seat beneath some local art that adorned the wall.
The wait for my sandwich was quite long, so I got up to look around. Something funny happened while I was browsing there- a girl randomly held out a product to me and said, “this is supposed to be really good for you.” Then she looked up and turned bright red, “I’m so sorry! I thought you were my sister! We just left the spa, I’m in a bit of a daze…” We laughed, and I went to sit down. A moment later, a woman comes and joins me at the table. She sits down, looks up, and embarrassment washes across her face. “I’m so sorry,” she says, “I thought you were someone else! I’m in a bit of a spa haze.” As it turns out, this other girl and I were wearing the same outfit and they’d both mistaken me for her! We all had a good laugh about it.
If you find yourself in Denver, I highly recommend Larimer Square. Stop into The Market to browse their shelves… but if you order a sandwich, be very persistent or they’ll toss it when they can’t find you (even if you don’t leave their small store- lesson learned.)