A'ight, a'ight…. This is a story all about my time spent enjoying brunch at Jelly Cafe in the Cap Hill neighborhood! The Spectacular Max and I rolled up together to meet our grand ol’ pal Huey who just so happens to run the company and thus the blog I am writing for. We three haven't been together for a good minute (I think we were watching football) so the 45 minute wait was passed with a Lebron amount of catching up to do.
The best thing about Jelly, besides the surprisingly short wait time for brunch in Denver, is the aesthetic. I'm one to always applaud a cool and comfortable environment and this place checked a number of positive boxes: First, Jelly is hip, but functional, with the host bar posted right in front of the door behind the first set of booths and a waiting area with wall sized windows looking out on 13th street. The bar for the waiting area is pretty Cap Hill (not a lot of places to park, ha-ha) and has an old school coffee machine. For a solid morning buzz, they serve the Beer-mosa, which I ordered in a way that I can only describe as appropriately inappropriate. It's modeled after a Mimosa with a tall slim glass, but stay in the mindset that this is a beer for breakfast, so it's gonna look a little different. No need to hand me a straw though, that's damn near disrespectful to the Blue Moon included with my pull out orange juice… You shouldn't drink beer with a straw but the drink was pleasant and satisfaction was served.
After catching up, we were seated right by the door and off the bat Max orders chocolate milk along with our waters, in true-to-self fashion. Since I've known Max he’s always been about chocolate milk, the rest of us may want a cold beer or the comfort of a nice glass of wine after a long day and Max is like “More Ovaltine please!”, haha! One of the many reasons we love him so much. As we talked, bouncing between current affairs and what’s to come, the general understanding is that we are all busy, twenty-somethings. Even if you’re doing well for yourself, it can be a non-stop struggle. Case and point, Huey run’s his own business and has the honor of being our close friend Zach’s best man in August; both great things, but juggling everything is only half the battle. We also have to find extra time and energy throughout the week to maintain relationships, workout, write blog post… But in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, you have to appreciate the small things, like when Max brought us in on how much fun his golfing internship is: “Got to see John Elway hit some golf shots the other day!” What a lucky dude….
Around that time is when our food came and ya boy was too ready! I ordered what I’m always excited to see on a brunch menu: a breakfast burrito with green chili. Gimme dat! I made sure to get some red chili on the side too, just so I could have the best of both worlds. Coloradans know their chili and I’m no exception. If you don’t have good green chili you’re bound to dri-zown. But Jelly came through! The burrito was seasoned well, packed full of pulled pork, and a little bit of scrambled egg. On top was some pico de gallo for freshness, some cheddar cheese for a richer bite, and did I mention it was swimming in green pork chili? Sorry, I love my chili!
So here I am with two of my best friends that know me pretty well eating something I know pretty well, in a historic residential neighborhood and I’m feelin’ pretty good about things. We all brainstorm on ways we can all get together more often and what to do about Zach leaving his bachelor days in the rear view (let’s be honest, they’ve been in the rear view for some time now) and how to celebrate when he comes back to town. And, apparently, all I know how to do is have a good time in the city because when hiking or rowing was brought up I decided I should stuff my face real quick! I don’t know jack about the outdoors in general unless you ask me which wedge you should use to approach the hole when golfing. Max has some great suggestions, thinking outside of the box, and Huey is all about doing something different than a pub crawl or house party. Me? I’m down for some paintball or face tattoos! Nothing says friendship better than matching Mike Tyson tatts! But my ideas got thrown to the “Maybe buddy…” pile. Okay, maybe I didn’t bring up the face tatts, but I should have! But I digress…
We finished up the meal and decided to order an assortment of different donut holes: Crème anglaise, lemon, green tea, cinnamon sugar. Between the three of us, however, we all wanted the Mexican chocolate because how could you not?! Sufficiently stuffed, Jelly with my homies is where it’s at! Transitioning over into our big boy pants, brunch is such a convenient way to link with your young professional friends. Especially when life starts smacking your millennial self in the soul and you need some R&R. Choose your free time wisely and enjoy the time spent with people you care about. I sure did.