This place is great.  Totally great.  I want to write about it while it’s still in my head, but this is from a few days ago, and so may be sketchy in details.

The West End Tavern is over on Pearl and 9th in Boulder, and serves that weird sort of cuisine that I have no satisfactory name for, as it lacks a distinct ethnic or national identity.  I’ve been once for lunch and once for dinner, and both times the food has taken a bit of time to arrive, but the atmosphere is pleasant enough that this is really a plus.  The service is wonderful, attentive without being overly so.

When we sat down for dinner, Mom found herself sinking deep into the plush seat, and was offered a pillow to counteract the deep upholstered wonderfulness.  The dressing she put on her salad was too strong for her, and they offered her another salad.  And so on.

The food itself, when it arrived, was wonderful: a perfectly rare-medium-rare burger for Mom was perhaps the highlight, though the vegetable enchilada i had was excellent, too.  But the real gems were the beer we had (Young’s Oatmeal Stout on tap, a rich and complex stout, all-around excellent) and the dessert, which involved a fresh-made chocolate chip cookie in a cast-iron skillet, with icecream atop it, and all drizzled in chocolate and caramel.  The whole thing still sizzled from the heat.  It was amazing.

This is a place I want to go back to on any special occasion that might arise.