Lucky Day

It’s a luck day, chums, if you know where to look.

I found a very agreeable Cobb Salad. I think that’s very lucky as some Cobb’s can go sadly wrong: not enough bleu cheese, or old nasty bacon, or odd additions like carrots. The Cobb at French Meadow Bakery is lovely. The bleu cheese is plentiful and fresh, the turkey is nicely roasted and real (not like something pulled off a Lunchables tray), and the bacon is applewood smoked and crispy. It’s all dressed in a soft avocado-lime dressing that sets the mood. Yessir.

You’ll discover in the neighborhood, as luck would have it, that Common Roots Cafe is now open. Taking over the space that was Soba’s, Common Roots is all freshness and brightness brimming with ethics and a good sense. I was sadly full from my Cobb to enjoy one of the bagels or neat sandwiches, but luckily enough, there was a small, dark chocolate truffle with my name on it. Oh and a slice of walnut banana bread.

On the way back from the market this morning, I spied a billboard for Miller’s new Chill beer. Having had something called a Chelada on my last night in Denver, I was intrigued. The chelada I had was a beer poured over ice with a lime and salted rim (yes, extra salt please), but others tell me there might be Tobasco added or even Clamato juice to make your beer a chelada. Summer beer drinkers, you may be lucky indeed.