RE: ‘BOULDER’S MICHELIN MOMENT,’ BY JOHN LEHNDORFF
[Brasserie] 1010 has always been my favorite.
—Gretchen Schaefer, Facebook
[The] price of the menu goes up also due to ego inflation.
—Joshua J. Horton, Facebook
RE: ‘SWIPING BOULDER,’ BY GABBY VERMEIREÂ
It’s just as bad down here in Denver too, friends.
—Colfaxthings, Instagram
THE SINK OF YORE
I am feeling a bit miffed at The Sink now being a respectable restaurant replete with outdoor seating and red umbrellas. In the 60s, with Boulder technically “dry” (there were islands in the County for liquor stores and a few restaurants within the city limits), The Sink gained notoriety and even notice in the New York Times as a local cultural phenomenon with a unique atmosphere, flowing beer, a decent hamburger and a great jukebox. Friday Afternoon Club’s were noisy, wet and rowdy student gatherings with pitchers and paper cups of 3.2 ABV beer. Ten minutes before the midnight closing time (and girl’s dorm curfew), a burly employee would screw the light bulbs back into the ceiling fixtures to signal the party was over. The positive side of 3.2 beer then was that you could get drunk, throw up and have a hangover, but it wouldn’t kill you. I stopped in one afternoon just as Boulder’s first undercover drug bust for selling acid was winding down. Times are different here now, faster, more “sophisticated” and affluent, but that was The Sink and sense of new found freedom I would commemorate. My parents were students in the early 30s and remembered it as an ice cream parlor.Â
Robert Porath/Boulder
