July 8, 2018
Denver, I hardly knew thee. That’s because I spent most of the last four plus days in the Hyatt Regency. The hotel hosted Westercon 71, yet another convention foolish enough to invite me to sit on panels and pontificate. That required I stay inside most of the time, preventing my touring the city.
I did get out for lunch a couple of times. Denver vies with Portland as a beer town. I’d hoped to hit a few brewpubs while here, but managed only two.
Dad and Dude’s is a strip mall place with an odd mash up of frontier and prohibition themes. The service lagged somewhat, but the beer and food made up for it. Recommended.
The Bull and Bush is a British themed establishment, complete with the faux Tudor exterior. The inside is dark, seventies-vintage decor. We sat outside on the patio, enjoying the summer warmth. The service was prompt and the food was good. Unfortunately I can’t speak highly of the beer.
I did get to join the family for a trolley ride in the historic heart of the city. A short excursion, but it was nice to get out.
The convention provided excellent opportunities to meet friendly and interesting genre fans, as well as the chance to chat with other writers. All names will remain undropped, but if any of you are reading this, thank you for the conversational pleasure.
My Beautiful Wife (MBW) and the Heir Apparent (the HA) took the rental car on several excursions. So at least someone had the opportunity to visit Denver and environs. The pictures look nice. We can all enjoy a vicarious tour, I suppose.