Jaclyn came to Denver to work, leaving me and Miles to fend for ourselves most of the day. Unencumbered by the whims and desires of mommy, I decided this would be a great opportunity to introduce Miles to roughly 500 of my favorite things.
If this sounds like a pretty substantial undertaking for one day, don’t worry. Four hundred ninety-nine of these things could all be found in one place: Fifty-Two 80’s, a shop that is part antique store, part museum, and all exactly what the inside of my brain looked like circa 1986.
The shop is a treasure trove of many of the most memorable toys of my youth, from Masters of the Universe, to GI Joe, to Star Wars.
I narrated our journey through the store, which basically amounted to me saying, “Look, Miles! It’s [’80s toy]! That’s what daddy played with when he was a kid!” while Miles blew raspberries. I can’t tell if he was excited or critiquing everything.
After our visit to Fifty-Two 80’s, we took care of that one lingering favorite thing: BACON. And Denver has the perfect place to revel in its glory: The Bacon Social House. Unwilling to decide on just one type of bacon, I ordered the full bacon flight (!), which included six different types for Miles to gaze at longingly.
Miles may not have teeth yet, nor can he speak, but I have no doubt that if he could do either of those things he would agree: our time in Denver has been well-spent so far!
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