Monday, April 25, 2011

L'Heure Heureux At The Horseshoe - What Do You Want on Your Tombstone? Pepperoni and Sausage

Horseshoe Lounge
414 East 20th Avenue
Denver, CO 80205-3201 http://www.thehorseshoelounge.com/

Horseshoe Lounge is perfect if you like the following:

1) Getting drunk and eating pizza on the cheap.
2) Avoiding painus Lodo-ers.
3) Relaxing with booze.

The cozy, hodge podge, loungy attitude of the Horseshoe isn't screaming I'm FANCY WORLD, to my face, like so many other places in this city.  Denver is confused, for the most part, what it wants to be.  On one hand, so fucking rado and outsdoorsy and laid back, and yet, simultaneously contrived in its desperation to look metropolitan, glamorous and fancy in hopes to be worthy a visit by Anthony Bourdain, who has said on many occassions that he has no intention of coming to Denver (even though I saw him on a two minute excerpt about Mizuna being the only super delicious place in town - and he is mostly right - which reminds me to tell you that I will post a dissection of "SHIT I AM SO SICK OF HEARING ABOUT - referencing my personal disdain for the amount of publicity and "best of" type shit that certain undeserving restaurants receive. But that is another story. 

My point is that I love the Horseshoe because it is exactly what it should be. Not fancy, just comfy. Not calling itself a gastro something or other - or an eatery this and that.  Just a bar - which gets tons of light in the afternoon to avoid the heavy and dark depressing feel of the winter months and enough regulars sitting at the bar, with plenty to say to one another that you can feel comfortly soothed in anonymity. Isn't that every girl's dream? Drinking anonymously during winter's abyss and eating the shit out of a little pizza.  PS, the menu claims that everything is "housemade" but I have a hunch this house is made by Tombstone. Nonetheless, it is good. I haven't had a Tombstone pizza in awhile because I am partial (with my incredibly sensitive palette) to the Totinos party pizzas. But the pizza was still very nice.  I love a thick little crunchy pepperoni as much as the next girl and appreciate it for what it is, sustenance for my inebriation.

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