G and I were hungry for lunch one day in Boulder after a day of strolling Pearl Street. We stumbled upon The Kitchen [Next Door] and decided to give it a whirl.
It was a Sunday afternoon so the place was fairly tame. We took a seat near the front facing windows. Sadly, things were off to a rough start, my lovely looking alcoholic drink was faaaaaar too strong, so strong I couldn’t even drink it. Sad face.
We ordered a vegetable antipasto platter with cumin carrots, chickpeas, and roasted beets. Some charred pizza dough completed the dish. This appetizer made up for the drink—each vegetable/bean component had its own unique flavor. The chickpeas had an Indian flavor to them which made me want to eat more. I was starting to think that the experience was starting to redeem itself.
G ordered a hamburger for his main lunch entree but it needed more seasoning in the meat itself. I ordered a chicken sandwich and while I thought the flavor overall was good, it was just crying out for some more moisture such as more garlic aioli or a sauce…
Another strike was the service, it was slow despite the lack of patrons.
The vibe here is good if not a bit pretentious, it is, after all, Boulder. It’s the kind of place to see and be seen.
I’ve had generally good experiences with the mother restaurant, The Kitchen, but for what you pay at [Next Door], it was an unremarkable dining experience that left me wanting more.
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Don’t make me go to Paris right now just so I can eat!! Les croissants….miam miam…je les adore!
Classic Grilled Cheese
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G and I were up in Fort Collins, near my Alma Mater: Colorado State University (Go Rams!). Just being in the area made me want to swing by the Lory Student Center or hang out in The Oval or pick up those French literature books on the 17th century…Ok, maybe not that but it did make me want to relive the years I spent there, just not those spent in the library doing homework and researching.
Anyways, we were hungry as it was around lunch time. It was one of those kind of chilly days with grey skies. After a local brewery tour at Odell Brewing Company, it was time to get some grub.
Being a local of these parts for most of my life, I decided on an all-time favorite: the Pickle Barrel. This place is an institution around these parts and for good reason, it never changes. Whether you went here in 1988 or 2012, it’ll have remained the same.
There’s a great little hole in the wall bar when you enter the place and you can head upstairs to place your order. I’ve only mostly eaten their hot ‘sannies’ but I do recall having a cold one once and it being pretty good. Being that G and I went there on a cold day, the hot sandwich was just the thing we needed!
I decided to order my usual: the Hop-Sing; a delicious combination of turkey, salami, ham, and provolone served with marinara sauce for dipping. G went with a Reuben. Both hot sandwiches were served with pickles and we got some chips to share. Another cool thing about this place is that they serve your drinks in Mason jars. I love that! I also love that they had some homemade root beer on tap so, of course, I had to have it. Rule of thumb: never pass up good root beer.
Ok, so the picture doesn’t do justice for these massive and majorly delicious sandwiches but trust me on this one, they are GOOD. They made our bellies happy and helped ward off the chill of the day.
The deliciousness of it all, compared with all of the memories I have of this place and going to school here, just made it the best lunch ever. Well, except for that one meal in Paris that was even better than this one…If I speak French while I eat my Hop-Sing, it’ll be just as good as that meal in Paris right? I can envision myself next to the Champs-Elysées, sandwich in hand. Très chic.
Well, wherever I am, whether it be Fort Collins or Paris, as long as there is a Pickle Barrel around, I know lunch will be done right and I can count on a good dill pickle. Did I tell you that I’m on a major quest to find the best dill pickle around? I’m still working on it, but pickles aside, these are some darn good sandwiches! Just grab your order, fold the top of the sandwich over, get some napkins and voilà! It’s time to eat!