If you were an angst-laden teen in Denver in the 1980s or 1990s, you undoubtedly whiled away many late night hours drinking coffee and smoking at one of Denver’s many downtown cafes, such as Paris on the Platte, Muddy’s and the Mercury Café. The menus for these cafes that are held in DPL’s extensive menu collection offer a beguiling trip down nostalgia lane.
In a time before cell phones and the internet were ubiquitous (or even existed, really), cafes were the place to see and be seen, and to flirt with adulthood and each other. In the ‘80s and ‘90s, the denizens of this café society were mostly members of Generation X, the oft-forgotten flannel-draped middle child generation first eclipsed by Baby Boomers and later overrun by Millennials.
Gen Xers were the last generation of “free-range” kids: the children of divorce, the feral latchkey kids who felt a bit lost in the shuffle and were defined by a jaded sarcasm. Like many generations, Xers enthroned their own role models, selecting mostly awkward beautiful misfits: the Kerouacs and Plaths, Lou Reeds, Sonic Youth and Nirvana. Café society kids went in for a uniform of torn black or flannel clothing, smudged eyeliner and Doc Marten shoes.
Denver’s Gen Xers grew up in a smaller city than the one we live in today, a less populous, less glitzy, more gritty place. Real estate was not yet a topic on anyone’s radar. Nighttime left the streets of downtown eerily empty, and the ballpark and LoDo had yet to bring commerce to quiet warehouse districts. An abandoned 16th street viaduct bridge connecting the Northside to the rest of the city crumbled at one edge of downtown; South Broadway featured a collection of run-down bars and businesses at another. This neglected urban decay somehow provided an extra spark of ersatz danger so necessary to a constructed teen identity.
Every era leaves behind traces of evidence, from architecture to art. While the formal events in life are often documented, the experiences that shape us as people—family cooking, a childhood friendship, a concert that moved us—have no stone monuments to commemorate them. When we’re fortunate, snippets of these daily ephemeral moments are collected and preserved in archives.
Known as ephemera, these oft-overlooked items might include a concert ticket stub, a note tossed from a friend in class or even a menu from your favorite restaurant. Food in particular can be memory-charged, with one whiff or taste unleashing a flood of nostalgia. The menus held in the Denver Public Library’s collection are like Marcel Proust’s famous madeleine cookie, unleashing a wave of memories. We hope the menus for Paris, Muddy’s and the Mercury Cafe from our collection will do the same for you.
Paris on the Platte, the nerve center of Denver coffee houses for alternative Xer kids, operated at 1553 Platte Street from 1986 to 2015. The café shepherded the neighborhood from its earlier run-down decay to the high-rent commercial and residential neighborhood it is today. Kids were drawn to Paris at its height for the literal isolation from society and the unfinished bohemian aura of brick, metal and wood, mismatched furniture and graffitied bathrooms.
You could always find the hip crowd at Paris from dark until close at 4 a.m., saturated in coffee and the clouds of smoke. Paris was a place where one could meet like-minded people from other neighborhoods and schools, a feat sometimes challenging before the era of school choice and the internet. The other beauty of Paris was the bookstore filling a full third of the space. Specializing in the high-brow and obscure in a time where alternatives to mainstream culture were harder to come by, the bookstore exposed Denver’s teens to new ideas.
From Earl Grey shakes to the Café Fantasia, Italian sodas and their popular mud pie, the Paris on the Platte menu from DPL’s collection stirs up many memories. The menu’s insistence on a $2 minimum per person is seemingly irrelevant today, but was likely necessary to keep the place afloat when kids would table-hop and linger all night. Hours of hobnobbing and entertainment were well worth the price of entry.
Not to be overshadowed by Paris, among other popular spots were Muddy’s and the Mercury Café. Muddy Waters of the Platte predated Paris by a decade, with its first cozy café and bookstore location opening in 1975 at 2557 15th Street, just around the corner from current-day Little Man Ice Cream. The cafe closed in the mid-1980s, but by 1989, several former regulars of the old location opened “Muddy’s Java Café” at 2200 Champa (pictured above). The new Muddy’s café included a theater space, a dojo and a bookstore, and was situated just over the edge of a rougher area of town. For an interesting read on the history of both Muddy’s cafes, see Bill Stevens’s book in our collection.
Like Paris, Muddy’s was also known for its hip, down-at-the-heels atmosphere, and in addition featured regular piano and jazz music performances. One could easily imagine a modern-day Neal Cassady and crew lingering for a late night jam, coffee and cigarettes and hopes of a free meal. Together with the setting, pitchers of Café Marquis and Mexican Chocolate were a big draw. Many readers of our previous post on Muddy's commented that in fact, as homeless teens, they appreciated the owner giving them free meals regularly.
Just a few blocks away from Muddy’s stood the Mercury Café, the sole survivor of this trio in our current day. The “Merc” continues to appeal to those of a more whimsical hippie bent, and they were ahead of their time in offering local, organic, vegetarian food at a time when most of the city was still fixated on steak. The Mercury Café opened at 2199 California Street on Halloween 1990, after several short-lived iterations in Capitol Hill in the years prior. Hosting a higher percentage of adults in their clientele, in the 1980s and 90s the quirky Merc featured food from early morning brunch clear through to munchies fare in the wee hours of the morning.
A glance at our historic Merc menu shows offerings ranging from omelettes and sandwiches to Mexican and Chinese dishes. Of our three cafes, the Merc had the most diverse, and robust, food menu. Their coffee drinks were less elaborate than others’, however they featured alcoholic coffee drinks bearing names of astrological signs, and if memory serves right, they’d make a virgin version upon request.
In keeping with this diversity, the Mercury Café has always featured poetry readings, and a large performance space for local and soon-to-be globally-popular bands (the 90s saw Black Flag, the Dead Kennedys, Soul Asylum, Green Day). Our ephemera collection includes listings for regular drop-in tango, African and swing dancing lessons, and—according to the April 1982 performance calendar we hold in the collection—the “People’s Free Theatre” featuring open mic performances. Our copy of the 1986 menu also features quotes from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, prosaically perhaps to fill out the 8-page fold, but more poetically to remind us all of our place in the universe.
For the "old school crowd" still walking these Denver streets, and for those who've joined us since, we're lucky to have held onto the Mercury for more than thirty years.
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The menus from this post are part of a much larger assortment of printed menus from restaurants chiefly located in Denver, broader Colorado and the Western United States. The collection is currently being processed and will have a new online research guide soon. If you're interested in viewing the collection (WH1509), please contact Western History & Genealogy staff.
If you’re thirsty for more coffee house nostalgia, you’ll enjoy some of our other resources featuring these cafes and others:
- Western History Subject Headings
- Denver Public Library Digital Collections
- Denver Newspaper Clippings Files:
- Denver. Restaurants
- Denver. Theatres. Mercury Cafe
- Muddy’s Chronicles: Memoirs from the Last Great Coffeehouse
- Muddy’s Café: An Important Denver Institution
Comments
I used to waitress at Paris.
I used to waitress at Paris. On Fridays I'd work from 9-5 during the day, then work from 9 pm to 5 am at Paris. I remember Fatz City closed at 2:00 pm and we'd have to set our alarm clocks after working until 5 am to get there in time to eat breakfast before they closed. <3
Hi Renna, thanks for your
Hi Renna, thanks for your additional observations. You are correct: the Merc’s owner Marilyn Megenity had a significant amount of success with her prior restaurants, including the Westerner Cafe in Indian Hills starting in 1975, as you noted. From what I have read in various parts of our collection (largely newspaper articles and interviews with her over the years), she operated restaurants at 7 different Denver locations between 1976 and 1981 (most of which were located in Capitol Hill, and it sounds like there were some fascinating stories behind those moves). These businesses included Elrond’s Kitchen, Fatz City, and the Magickal Mercury Café (sometimes spelled without the “k”). That was a lot of moving in a short period. After 29 successful years of the Mercury Café on 22nd and California Street, anything else seems “short lived” in comparison!
Thank you for this. Paris was
Thank you for this. Paris was my home away from home from 1989-1993. The Cafe Fantasia & Cambric were my mainstays. Also spent plenty of night at Muddy’s and the Merc. Some of the best cafes of all time.
The cambric! Yea baby i was
The cambric! Yea baby i was there in those years too. I used to Walk there with my girlfriends from the Northside it was pretty sweet. We had gone to Catholic school and became all Goth by 8th grade lol. I remember smoking cool Sobranie cigarettes for 10 cents a piece. So many memories thanks for sharing. I discovered Anais Nin there. Loved the bookstore.
Hi Adelita. So many great
Hi Adelita. So many great connections happened there. It's amazing that you remember exactly where and when you discovered Nin!
You're welcome! Thanks for
Hi Michelle. You're welcome! Thanks for sharing your memories.
The Muddy’s menu seems to be
The Muddy’s menu seems to be a version I never read, as it’s missing the all-important Crowbar. I drank pitchers of that caffeine-blasted concoction nightly for years, while wearing my black, biker leather jacket and Docs.
Hi Chris. The menu we have is
Hi Chris. The menu we have is from the original Muddy's, so if you hung out at the 2.0 version, perhaps that's why? There's a Crowbar on the Paris menu (which somehow was omitted from the original post, so you've done your civic duty by drawing my attention to this! It's now up there). And also, yes, leather jackets were definitely part of the uniform!
Yes! First started going to
Yes! First started going to Paris when I was 14 and did theater with the older kids who could drive there. I also loved, and still do, the Market. I took swing lessons at the Merc. Fond memories of all of those places.
I feel very fortunate I had
I feel very fortunate I had so many memorable experiences at all three of these Denver gems. The Merc for the Crash Worship show in ‘94 where the DFD came as uninvited guests and later in 2017 for my brother’s wedding reception. After several trips downtown from the burbs as a teen to hear music, socialize and, of course, smoke like a chimney, Paris became my local coffeehouse in the early ‘90s. My future husband reintroduced me in my twenties and shortly after moved me into his studio apartment just over on 16th & Boulder. Your right, Laura, I can still taste those Mexicanos. We continued to go there right up until the end. I didn’t make it to the original Muddy Waters, but I did to Muddy’s Java Café. Before said husband started taking me there after blood-pumping nights at 23 Parish and Rock Island, as a teen I saw the two-man show “Zoo” in the basement theatre and had my very first coffeehouse experience.
Jim Jarmusch’s (love him) LA coffee-goers in “Coffee and Cigarettes” have nothing on us Denverites.
Always have loved being a Gen Xer.
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