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My daughter and I were the last to walk out of Paris on the Platte, with Faye, herself, on its last day of business. I gave Faye the only print I ever made of a photograph I took of the tables, there... iconic as they were. I have a pretty complete set of Paris menus from over the years, including the piece shown, here. I did spoken word, there... saw the local kids all seeking that greater stage. So many loves, some of whom are also no longer with us. In my memory castle, in the foundations that make me who I am, there will always be Paris.

You are my people! Oh so many memories of Paris, St. Marks, The Mercury Cafe and Cafe Euphrates. Growing up in the burbs of Denver and then escaping to the downtown coffee houses is how I spent most of my afternoon’s and weekends in my teen years. Smoking, laughing and reading while getting introduced to new people who I was able to vibe with. Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

Ah Muddy's ... So many memories pact into clove cigarettes, poetry on cheap shelves, and the taste of Fruit Loops in the guise of the Egyptian Sunrise

One of my favorite memories as a blue haired youth is wearing a straight jacket at Saint Marks downtown. I’d sip coffee out of a straw. It was joyous.

There was a great art scene at Saint Marks uptown too.
I have to agree on the music. Nirvana was far to main stream for anybody hanging out. Cocteau Twins often playing or performing at the Merc. I can remember putting our own eclectic orchestra together at the Merc too.

Hi Troy. A straight jacket and a straw. Now THAT'S an amazing, amusing image!

 

 

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I worked at Paris on the Platte in 1990 and remember that menu well. It was not fun enforcing the $2 minimum with the teenagers as they often didn't have much money - they would also run out on their checks so you had to watch them. The best crowd was the bar rush from 2:00 to 4:00 - drunk people were much better tippers. The crew from My Brother's Bar down the street often came in after 2:00 for coffee before heading home. It was a physically hard job (mopping up the back room at 5:00 a.m. after a night full of teenagers spilling coffee was not fun), but the people, the energy, the chess games, the music and the GenX angst made it all a great place to be.

Hi Teresa. Yes, I imagine it would've been a tough but invigorating job. Thanks for your unique perspective!

I worked at Paris on the Platte in 1990 and remember that menu well. It was not fun enforcing the $2 minimum with the teenagers as they often didn't have much money - they would also run out on their checks so you had to watch them. The best crowd was the bar rush from 2:00 to 4:00 - drunk people were much better tippers. The crew from My Brother's Bar down the street often came in after 2:00 for coffee before heading home. It was a physically hard job (mopping up the back room at 5:00 a.m. after a night full of teenagers spilling coffee was not fun), but the people, the energy, the chess games, the music and the GenX angst made it all a great place to be.

Love this!
Spent time at Cafe Euphrates and Coffee Grounds, both on 17th. Even read some of my teen angst ridden poetry at Ground’s open mic nights.
Thanks for the memories!

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