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| - I had my very first hostessing job at Fireside when they opened 10+ years ago...so I'm a bit biased. Oh, the nostalgia. I haven't been back in YEARS. My parents were about to hit the road to move to Denver for good, and we needed a place down the street from their house to grab a bite and a pint after we said a tearful goodbye to my childhood home. Nothing fussy, no wait, something comfortable with good food. A place where everyone knows your name!
We were literally the only ones in the dimly lit dining room, so we settled into a booth away from the smoky bar, and quizzed the unsuspecting waitress on their beer selection. Their menu was outdated with beer options, the chalkboard outside advertising Delirium was incorrect, and their TV list was wrong too. Poor gal had to recite everything until we finally settled on a New Belgium Snapshot, a 24 oz. hef my mom "accidentally" ordered, and a Stella for my dad. Their menu is pretty consistent, although the famed wedge salad I ordered on Valentine's Day 2005 has evolved a bit. We started with some piping hot spinach artichoke dip which really hit the spot. My parents thought it was too salty but I've never had such a thought in my life.
I had the American Burger - cheese, fried pickles, thousand island dressing, lettuce, tomato- with a side of curly fries. Huge portion, I wanna say $13.99.
Not a date atmosphere, a little smoky, dark, but great bar food!
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