Classic snack
The food at Euclid did not disappoint. Sticking to a very strict diet of booze and fat, the Maestro and I ordered three things to share. We began with the “chips and dip”. The classic snack-inspired duck dish was absolutely delicious. A base of lemoned goat cheese was topped with a fresh pile of crispy potato chips. This mouton was completed by duck two ways, and thin-sliced smoked duck breast. The amount of flavor in this dish is fantastic. The smokiness of the duck breast combined with the saltiness of the chips and the savory. All of this was balanced by the zing of fresh dill and lemon (from the goat cheese). Unbelievably tasty, this dish does nothing but make you hungry for more.
Following the duo of duck, we were created by bone marrow. This is always my favorite part of the meal at Euclid. Large trough cut bones are two halves for nine dollars. They give them a sugar coating on top before the oven and roast them off to create a beautiful on top. The sweetness of the sugar and the richness of bone marrow are truly sinful. Some of the meatier bone marrows I’ve found, as well as the marrow at Euclid, should not be missed, and as if this wasn’t enough of a reason to drop whatever you’re doing and run off to suck marrow, there’s more. Once the bones are finished, you can ask for a supplement of bourbon with muddled apple, which they will happily provide for you in a metal cup. The creamer allows you to lug your shot of bourbon down the fat-coated bone trough. This is, needless to say, an unbelievable treat.
The last nail in our coffins that night was perhaps the richest item of the night and surely will cause us to die an early death. Poutine, a French-Canadian favorite classic, of French fries smothered in cheese curds and gravy, is both heaven and hell on a plate. With several poutines to choose from, we settle on the fowl play containing duck confit, peppercorn duck gravy, a fried egg, and, for added sin, an ounce of foie gras. Nothing more needs to be said about this dish.
Overall, Euclid is certainly a Denver Classic. On the front of the scene, it provides a classic laid-back Colorado atmosphere with great libations and certain to kill you dead, decadent fare. Our arteries had sufficiently hardened that we could take no more. A thank you to our bartender, a quick cigarette, and we were off to the Polish Vodka bar, but that’s another story.