If you’re Joe Investment Banker, the Cap City Tavern might as well be your Official After-Work Bar.
But if you’re one of those people who like your bars how you like your women – smart- mouthed, smelling of whiskey and just a tad dirty – don’t bother frequenting this sanitized neighborhood joint.
Cap City (720-931-8888, 1247 Bannock St.) sits close to the high-end real estate for which the Golden Triangle is becoming known.
The sports bar is ultra-clean and the service is spot-on. It’s perfect for an unobtrusive after-work gathering.
But, as you might guess, the bar is lacking in personality.
It could easily be cloned and distributed to every capital city in the country and become a financial success – its attractive, exposed ducts and raw elements charming the pants off every yuppie who enters. And while there’s something to be said for that – and while it will certainly enjoy a bustling, affluent clientele – it’s not my style.
Last time I was there, two couples were double-dating, the guys showing the girls how to play shuffleboard. It was a scene out of a Dave & Busters commercial. At another table, two guys sat in absolute silence, guzzling their beer, their eyes glued to the college football game on the TV.
I’m no fool. I know and understand that in Denver, aka Sportstown USA, this is entertainment. But you’ll find me down the street at Charlie Brown’s.
Funky: Hit up the razzmataz – the most fabulous thing about Cap City. It’s a margarita (unneccessarily served in a martini glass, natch) that’s excellent in all its raspberry goodness.
Skunky: Some people make their hot toddy as a psuedo-tea (the hot-water-and-whiskey variety) without ever touching a teabag; others are insane. Unfortunately, Cap City makes its toddies with tea bags – a move I’ll never understand – and the resulting whiskey-and-tea-flavored concoction does anything but soothe you.
