Denver Coffee House Menus: Paris on the Platte, Muddy’s and the Mercury Cafe

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.

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.

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.

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.