Euclid Hall, is probably better than pretty good. This photo of the roasted duck poutine is totally giving me a tongue boner, which must mean it was pretty delicious. Euclid Hall had the most extensive 5280 menu around and offers each person basically a 5 course meal plus a 20oz beer (which is its own review). In that respect it is an incredible deal. I went with three other people who are all big fans of the sharesies which I love because I want to place each item on my tongue and I HATE it when I see that someone at my table ordered the most delicious food I have ever seen and refuses to allow me the opportunity to reach over his/her plate and eat on it. Anyway, because there were 4 of us, we were able to try just about everything offered on the menu. Instead of reviewing each item individually, I am going to give a summary. A friend of mine just emailed me yesterday and asked what I thought of the food and this is what I said. The Roasted Duck Poutine, Bone Marrow and Tri-Tip were awesome. The sausages were pretty good (sometimes real real grainy, which I know means glamorously gamey) but I prefer the sausages I eat to slide right on down my gullet. The pickles were good but the teeniest portion and the Veal Schnitzel was TERRIBLE! It was dry and rubbery and the breading tasted the same as the catfish my daddy fried when we went to the lake when I was a kid and I hated it more than anything. Double sick.
Finally, I ask this question to the waitstaff of Denver. What city do you think you live in, Fancytropolis? For reals, because I live in Denver and while it took me a long time to get used to it, and even though I still find myself screaming profanities at every single driver in the city for driving so slow I can only assume each person is creeping to work in order to avoid the new responsibilities, hoping that someone else will show up early, and turn on the lights, and turn on the copier, freshen up the toilet paper. No one ever appreciated the janitors until they were no more. Another casualty of the economy. Thanks for nothing Bush you motherfucker. Anywhoos, what I am trying to say, the very long version, is that I like the laid back nature of this city. It is relatively unique to this city. So why you gotta be a dick about the beer I ordered?I ordered some lager. There are hundreds of beers on this menu and most of them I have never heard of. When I was in college, I fancied myself a beer connoisseur, but in retrospect, I think it is hard to truly appreciate anything one shotguns. But now, I like a lager, so I ordered one. And this waiter puts his hand on his hip! ON HIS HIP and sighs like he is fucking disappointed in me. Then, the gentleman sitting next to me orders some Porter and the waiter smiles at him and says excellent choice sir.......EXCELLENT CHOICE. So what the fuck? Why do you have beer on the menu that isn't an excellent choice if this place is so goddamn fancy? It is so loud and clangy that you can barely hear the people sitting at your table. It sounds just like the background noise for the foreign language conversations we had to listen to in language lab in high school. I could never hear a goddamn word anyone said because people were clanging dishes together constantly. Why did they always have to sit next to the wait station? So get off your high horse dickweed. It is a bar. Not the Waverly Inn.
But anyway, I liked it. I will definitely go back for happy hour.
