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.
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
Memories of Muddy’s come rushing back. The more artsy, suburban kids went to Paris. To even mention St. Marks in the same breath is an insult to those of us who were carving out our *safe* spaces when you could only buy Manic Panic on 13th street. Staying up drinking crowbar with others who felt a disconnect in their communities. When bring Emo was death rock, goth. Punk wasn’t on the radio it wasn’t a wall of t-shirts at your local hot topic.
If you weren’t there, don’t write or comment about it.
You could hear punk on the radio late on Saturday nights (if you weren't actually at a show) on the "Smash It Up" program on KGNU. Andy Dean had a show on KBCO (I think on Thursday evenings?) on which he played a mixture of Punk and New Wave. Of course, we weren't so fussy about genre names at that time... as long as it wasn't Top 40 or Hair Metal.
Ah! This days, ( nights), at Muddy's and The Merc...I miss them! Both helped immensely as I was going thru a divorce, a job that provided great exercise but that I still thought was demeaning, and was still trying to 'find' myself... Oh wait, that's not totally past tense... But the people that were there, the inclusion, the music, the good healthy food, what a great place to be! I'm on the coast in Mississippi now, there isn't anything even close to the love and togetherness we all felt for each other at that time, in that space...
Man, so many memories! Along with regular late nights and after school hours spent at Paris on the Platte, we also hung out at Mary & Lou's (the giant donuts!), City Cafe (? I think the outside was graffitied or painted with murals), got into Rock Island with borrowed IDs, and drank 3.2 and danced at Tracks. There was also a Chinese restaurant on Lincoln that my friends and I would go to because they never carded and we could order beer. Remember when Watson's opened and was supposed be a big deal? Nearby, there was a tiny piano bar I'd got to with an older friend and we'd drink Long Islands. All of this while in high school. All of these great memories, interspersed with those of my watching Teletunes or MTV late into the night so I could record all the episodes of The Young Ones on VHS. I was lucky enough to have a beat-up 1978 Toyota Corolla with wood-paneled sides to take me to my job at Le Central. Happy to see these menus and read everyone's reminiscences of the times. The nostalgia runs deep, my friends!
Oh, Muddys shameless bagel!! Always my go to.
Damn... what was in the Egyptian sunrise.
Hi Amanda! I now have it from a reliable source (another former cafe denizen) that an Egyptian Sunrise was Hibiscus tea + apple juice. I think we all feel better knowing that!
I think it was essentially hibiscus tea and apple juice. I have one menu where it's 60 cents and another where it's a dollar, but it doesn't give the ingredients. There are a number of ex-waitrons who would remember but I don't know where to look them up.
Egyptian sunrise I think... was hibiscus tea, orange juice and grenadine
Hibiscus tea, Apple juice and an orange slice. I was close;)
But I’m all seriousness. Those places were monumental safe places for kids in the 90’s. I don’t know what we would have done without them. That was the Denver I knew and was raised in. Gritty, dirty, scary and awesome;)