A few weeks ago, an old post popped up on my TimeHop. It detailed the first time we went to Linger. It was Joey’s birthday and we’d never been to a restaurant so cool. Popcorn instead of a bread basket. A eclectic menu of share plates, when I’d never even heard of a share plate. That creepy/cool mortuary aesthetic. And, of course, really good food. Afterwards, we grabbed ourselves ice cream cones from “that giant milk jug!” for dessert and I don’t think I’d ever felt happier. I couldn’t believe people were lucky enough to live close to this place.
Fast forward four years and I am one of those people. I’ve spent many a happy hour on the rooftop. Celebrated birthdays over sangria and share plates. Stood in line at Little Man more times than I can remember. And it all starts to feel commonplace. I can walk by Linger every week on my way to yoga and think nothing of it. But then I re-read that post from 2013, I see the stars in my eyes, the excitement in my voice, the pure joy of that entire experience and I feel so invigorated by it!
We’re on the brink of my favorite season in Denver. Come spring, patio season is ON, restaurants are abuzz, the Little Man line is somehow even longer, I’m down to walk any and everywhere that can be walked to and this year, I’m going to remember that feeling I had the first time I went to Linger (or Work & Class, or Onefold, or Uncle, and on and on), let it wash over me every time I get to go to one of these places and remember how lucky I am to live in the city I live in.
P.S. I’d really like to go to Linger now 🙂
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It is such an incredible thing to be able to value where you are while you’re there. I’m really glad you’re not taking that for granted! I don’t even mind how homesick this made me because it’s such a happy thing. 😉