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When the opportunity arises for me to fly solo for dinner, I experience an…
Chef Ryan Leinonen of the now two-year-old Trillium in LoDo has given us a new temptation for our palates.
Part of that recognition is calling to mind a simple lesson of days past: The importance of gratitude. We must remember the constant, self-sacrificial efforts made by all those on our behalf. And so, I think, we have some thanking to do.
She interrupts the order with her hand in the air, a referee’s “timeout,” and an urgent call from her friend Susan, who, incidentally, is also eating at California Pizza Kitchen. The event necessitates unending giggles, followed inevitably by, “Really? No way! Oh my gawsh! That’s crazeeeeeeee!”
The buzz of breakfasters and Gallop devotees was dizzying, as were the plates ushering from the kitchen. Soaring slices of French toast, dusted with pristine white powdered sugar, coupled with mounded Benedicts, smothered in hollandaise. And this was only the beginning.
I, too, have long been an advocate for same-sex marriage. But what’s slowly coming to the fore in states where this is already a reality is a social double-take. Advocates and allies have been pushing – with tremendous passion – for this equal right and opportunity, but some haven’t thought much past the signing of the legislation that they seek. What, after all, does it mean to be married?
My early dates in the Denver dating scene were spent pretending away my faith in these situations, as though it were an automatic strike against me. I talked up food. I waxed eloquent on writing. I extolled the virtues my favorite authors.
But nothing about faith. Or church. Or religion. It was too risky.
At least once a week my friends and I gather around bottles of good wine…
My parents loved Julia Child. She was more than some entertaining fancy to them –…
I’m an unusual gay man. Let’s face it: not many of us jump with glee…
