Exactly a week ago at this time I was enjoying one of the top five meals of my life in Boulder, Colorado. My great friend Jason Roy is Executive Chef at The Greenbriar Inn, a quaint restaurant on the northern outskirts of town. I had not seen Jason in over three years, remember this was my roommate for many years and one of the main person’s responsible for my culinary prowess. The two of us started writing a cook book together, we have a unique idea that stalled when I moved to Chicago to finish college. So this dinner, Jason had not sat down to eat at his restaurant since he became the Executive Chef nine months earlier, so he took the night off and gave his sous chefs a chance to impress him. He had no idea what they were going to prepare, but gave them complete freedom to go off the menu. We sat down to find out that a ten course meal had been prepared for us, and the sommelier had pared with each dish with a exceptional glass of wine. Half way through our dinner, the manager and host gave us a tour of the wine cellar. There is over a million dollars of wine at the Greenbriar Inn, which consistently receives honors and awards from Wine Spectator magazine. This dining experience lasted over three hours and ten courses turned into eleven because I requested something that I had never tasted before. I will refrain from describing each dish hoping to avoid feelings of jealously and to not make your mouth water. Needless to say, we had a fabulous time and only had to pay for the wine at cost (nominal at best) and obviously include a generous tip to the impeccable wait staff.
I arrived in Colorado Friday morning, and the order of my business was to stretch and install a painting acquired by Ross Harmon. I had the canvas tacked and hanging on his wall before going out to dinner that evening. It was Lily’s mom’s birthday, so we went to dinner at an amazing French restaurant in downtown Denver before making our way to a heady bar across the street from the Filmore. Rob Pierce showed up at Sancho’s and we partied until the sun came up the following morning. On Saturday, Ross and I drove into the mountains and crashed at Heather and Bill’s house the night before springing our clocks forward. Heather is five months pregnant and she had a baby girl, Aila, 15 months before. It was wonderful to meet their beautiful daughter, who ironically happens to share my birthday. Aila is a bundle of joy.
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After dinner at the Greenbriar Inn, I went back to Jason’s house in Longmont and we stayed up late talking and reminiscing about the last few years of our life. We collaborated on a painting and drank some home brew. The next morning I met his son Cameron for the first time. Cameron is three years old, and unbelievably intelligent for his age. He called me “Uncle Jonny” and is so adorable and just a ball of fun. Our plan was to check out the new addition to the Denver Art Museum, unfortunately I was sad to learn that museum is closed on Mondays! Note to anyone planning on going to Denver to look at art, avoid Monday. Instead, we took Cameron to the most unique playground I have ever seen and ran him around until he got tired. Jason and his wife Carolyn are blessed, and I was fortunate to spend 24 awesome hours with an old friend that has seen many positive changes in the last few years of his life.