So I wrote some long, exhaustive piece about my adventure squeezing in a trip to the Denver Biscuit Company with not much time to spare before the first match of my daughter’s volleyball tournament. I wrote and wrote and wrote and then my laptop betrayed me. It just quit. Perhaps it wanted to say to me, “I don’t want to read all about this shit. Just tell me about the damn food.”
Well here goes.
I went with the Lola, a (literal) plate drenched in maple syrup topped with a hearty, flaky, nicely-sized biscuit, which itself sandwiches a slab of buttermilk fried chicken, honey butter, and bacon. I got through a third of it at the table, then finished the rest courtside, sad when I licked the last sticky crumb off my middle finger and thumb and inside my wrist (you easily forgive the unkemptness; in fact, you kind of want the mess of it all). My husband came with me on my syrupy wild ride, ordering both the shrimp + grits and the Cordon Bleu biscuit. He’s definitely a shrimp + grits man and said this places shrimp + grits was the best shrimp + grits he’s had in life. I will say shrimp + grits one more time just for fun.
What else did I love about this place? The neon. The self-serve coffee bar stocked with kitschy mugs. It’s old time cigs vendor, a throwback to my youth. The potential of its bar – it was 8:00 in the morning when I dined so I didn’t get a chance at it, but if I find myself back there one Saturday morning, I will take another Lola (with bacon – I’ll allow it next time) and a mimosa. Actually three.
So there you go. A no frills, freshly baked, wonderfully syruped Dianderthal post. Hopefully, you’re just as satiated as I was after my stop at Denver Biscuit. And left wanting for more.
(Lucky you, there’s always plenty of Dianderthal posts to go around.)
Denver Biscuit Company – several Denver locations, including…
141 S. Broadway