Ain’t There No More (The Boulder Edition)



I kept meaning to blog about A Cup Of Peace, this neat little cafe at 33rd and Arapahoe. It was all comfy, full of lovely wood furniture and sunlight and home cookin’. I went there exactly once and enjoyed what I was told was a “salmon cheesecake” but which I would call the best darn quiche I’ve had in a long time. While I was there, a writer from the Daily Camera came in and talked with the lady behind the counter about getting them a little publicity, letting Boulder know they were there.

Well, they’re not there. Not anymore. The sign’s still up, but the windows are plastered with a banner saying “SUSHI CAFE: Coming Soon”.

Like we need another sushi joint?

“Like we needed another coffee shop?”

Yeah, but this one was different. It felt like… OK. Here’s what it felt like. In the tiny town of Selma, Oregon, where I lived for about two and a half years, a cafe opened up at the corner of Redwood Highway and Deer Creek Road. This was the location of the only retail office building in town, which housed the post office and the video store as well. Across the street and down the road was a diner, and across the street and down the road in the other direction was an elementary school. That’s Selma. Zip code: 97526. Population: something tiny. Half Moon Rose opened up there. It served coffee and home-baked yummies in a weird sort of New Age atmosphere at total odds with the prevailing politics of the neighborhood. Hell, the freakin’ Roy Masters ranch was, probably still is, just up Deer Creek Road from there, so everyone said. Roy Masters owned the building. But there was the witchy, artsy, women-owned Half Moon Rose anyway, not letting their reputedly bigoted landlord crimp their individual style.

Cup Of Peace was like that, except without needing to withstand the pressure to conform. Boulder has nothing against quirky New Agey havens. Boulder is a quirky New Agey haven. But, like Half Moon Rose, Cup Of Peace had this feeling like you were in someone’s country kitchen where they’d baked just a little bit more than the family could eat and needed someone like you to help them finish it off. I mean, there’s chains, then there’s Independent and Locally Owned, and then there’s… this something else. Joe’s and Vic’s and Bookends differ greatly among themselves in atmosphere, they’re all unique, but Cup of Peace was on another spectrum entirely.

And now it’s gone. Dammit.

Java Hut appears to have vanished from Walnut and 30th, too.

At least Joe’s is still here.

4 Comments so far

  1. Tree (unregistered) on June 29th, 2007 @ 7:42 pm

    Aw, too bad I never got to go there with you. Sounds lovely.

  2. Nicole J. LeBoeuf-Little (unregistered) on June 30th, 2007 @ 12:25 am


  3. dicker (unregistered) on July 11th, 2007 @ 10:56 am

    the food section confirmed my long held claim that Denver pizza is pathetic. Their editor and reader picks were Famous and Anthony’s, both paragons of mediocrity.

  4. Nicole J. LeBoeuf-Little (unregistered) on July 11th, 2007 @ 1:23 pm

    Sounds to me that the food section (of whatever it is you’re reading) is the thing proven pathetic. If this publication made no mention of Pizzeria Mundo, I am Very Disappointed in them.

    (17th and Blake, ish. Excellent pizza. Go go go.)

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