You know you shouldn’t, you know it’s wrong. But you do it anyway because the temptation is just too intense – a heart-stopping thrill of the moment, a tingling sensation pulsing through your limbs, a devilish smile from across the room. The small talk laced with lustful hints draws you further down the primrose path. You justify it as a one-time deal – indulge in the seductive invitation, the sinful lapse in judgement – just this once, and then you can move on to reality upon the first glimmer of morning.

While eating dinner at Euclid Hall, I felt like I was having a one night stand with the food.

Euclid Hall opened in Denver’s historic Larimer Square in August of 2010. Spawned by Jennifer Jasinski and Beth Gruitch, owners of the also amazing Rioja and BistroVendôme, and with Chef de Cuisine Jorel Pierce, Euclid Hall is their third gastronomical brothel, appropriately housed in an 1883 building that is rich with roots deep in illustrious story. Taking on a tavern feel, it’s a pleasurable low-key spot to slide in for pub food that has taken on a delicious transformation, blanketed by an extensive and impressive beer selection.

On one of our Denver date nights, we accidentally brushed up against Euclid Hall after a night of music and drinks at the Westword Music Showcase. I’ve had my eye on them for a very long time, fantasizing from afar. This unintentional encounter seemed almost too good to be true.

I gazed upon the menu and my lips quivered in anticipation. We ordered with abandon. Crispy Buffalo-Style Pig Ears, Brûléed Bone Marrow, a sausage tasting of Beef Short Rib Kielbasa, Unsensored Hoppwurst, Boudin Noir and Bavarian Veal Weisswurst, and Roasted Duck Poutine – the most sinful food I’ve eaten yet...

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