Eat your brains out!
Perhaps the oxygen missing from your head finds its way into your stomach, cause I swear my metabolism sped up in Denver.
Inhaling chicken fried pork, I had a side of peppery Delmonico steak, gulped Shirley Temples on the hour, and something from John Elway's restaurant. (Was it green? I think.)
John's cute, for the record, even if he be peddling contact lenses...
The other Denverites were great, as were those brown-red mesas, but let's be real:
Nothing compares to a bacon, egg, and cheese bfast sandwich on a glazed donut!!