Quick weekend trips can be a lot of fun. Oh, sure, time spent in transit (airplanes and airports in this case) can eat up a lot of the good time on a weekend, but it's still possible to make the most of the trip. And if the destination is not too far or relatively convenient, then taking some time for travel is all the less onerous in view of the good times to be had. Add in that the weekend involves very dear friends, and, well, I'm convinced!
I actually started this post days back. Ages back. It's now some ten days since our return. And perhaps I was waiting for Robert's new position to be confirmed - the quick trip to Colorado was so that we could see them him and Courtney there one last time before they move this summer.
So it was that on the last Friday of May, Conrad and I
flew to Denver where Courtney picked us up. Hooray for her being on sabbatical this year - we greatly appreciate that she could take us to and from the airport. Our flight was delayed, and there was no food served, so we all agreed to head to
Pica's Taqueria in Louisville. I love that place!
A chorizo and potato taco and a duck taco for me
(plus a margarita to wash them down). That made me happy. We then swung by Whole Foods to pick up shucked oysters,
a cake,
and some other treats for the evening.
We were celebrating, after all. Oh, sure, we ordered pizza for dinner, but before that, we toasted a noshed and caught up. Rain passed through the area, and we were treated to a double rainbow
over the neighbour's house.
A really nice evening.
Saturday morning: a walk to a favourite coffee place, then a lunch of - this is a surprising turn of events (ha!) - tacos again at Pica's.
The afternoon was devoted to spa time in Boulder. Alas, a cold sore on my lower lip meant that I could not get the facial I had booked, so I walked a little down the Pearl Street mall in the city, stopping in at a store I love to visit, treating myself to a couple of cocktail books. Home after that for a nap, and that set us up for a nice dinner out.
We made ourselves pretty, and headed into Boulder again, up the hillside to Flagstaff House, a very nice restaurant we've enjoyed a few times before. Cocktails to start (this lovely one, the Peak Bliss, is one I want to try making at home),
some excellent wine (a Pinot from NZ that was a good, light choice for the first bottle, followed by a richer French red),
even an Amaro after dinner. No a la carte menu, but choices for each course. We had some little treats to start, and then on to the courses:
A pea shoot salad with bresaola.
Spinach cannelloni with chanterelles.
A pork dish with morels and ramps.
Venison loin with a venison stew.
Pineapple sorbet with black sesame.
Oh, it was good. It was a very thoughtful menu, and each course really did seem to build on the previous, deepening in flavour. It was not a rushed evening. It was a great evening.
I didn't take photos on the Sunday. A morning walk to coffee again, and then it was brunch with a couple of Courtney and Robert's friends. A nice enough time, but I think we all agreed that the service and food at the brunch was less than we would have liked. Ah well. Conrad and I had the afternoon to pack and nap and then it was off to the airport with us. Thunder storms rolled through the area, and we had an hour delay, but we were home that night, happy that we had one last, fantastic visit with them in Colorado.