A visit to Breckenridge, CO

My sister and I can never resist hot buttered rum, especially after tromping through snow on a chilly afternoon.

After we spent some time exploring the main street in Breckenridge (aka “Breck”, as the locals call it), the sign proclaiming “best hot buttered rum” drew us inexorably into the Whale’s Tail.

With a warming fire next to our table, football playing in the background, and a stunning view of the mountains outside, it was an altogether perfect setting to enjoy our drinks.

We also had some fries and green chili cheese dip to fortify us before heading back outside and taking the gondola up to the ski area (and straight back down – it was crowded up there!).

Before leaving town, I suggested that we get some crêpes at the cute little truck up the street. Alas, this proved to be an ill-conceived plan – we waited literally 45 minutes while the three guys in the truck attempted to keep up with mass of orders.  My sister peered in at some point and reported that one of the guys was talking to the crêpe in front of him: “Come on, crêpe, cook faster!  Why aren’t you cooking?!”  Oh dear.

Fortunately the crêpes finished cooking before the sun set, and we ate them greedily while walking to the car.

The sweet-tart lemon and sugar crêpe was good (though maybe not 45 minutes worth of good) and sustained me through the trafficky trip down the mountain and back to Denver… and dinner.

Apparently altitude helps work up the appetite!