If Mustard's Last Stand wasn't within walking distance of the University of Denver, it would not survive. At least, I hope the good people of Denver would be wise enough to take their money elsewhere and let this place suffer the consequences.
Honestly, even if the food was delicious I couldn't give the place a positive review. I had the same experience as a Yelp user who had reviewed Mustard's Last Stand. I've been at DU for a while now, I've walked past Mustard's Last Stand many times and I really liked the idea of walking in there and getting some good grub that could transport me back to Chicago or Milwaukee (also a place that has great hotdog joints). But when I finally decided to go in last week, I immediately knew it was going to be a one-time visit. No one greeted me and when I was looking around for a menu a crabby old man pointed at a menu to his right, again, with no uttered words.
I wanted a Chicago dog and I said the same. "What on it?" The old man asks. Seriously? Just give me a Chicago dog like they would in Chicago if I ordered a Chicago dog. A great joint decides for its customers what the fixings should be on a Chicago dog. A customer orders a Chicago dog because they want the usual: mustard, onions, sweet pickle relish, or a pickle spear, and tomato (chopped or sliced). Dragged through the garden, so to speak, because of its thorough toppings. Any shred of validity Mustard's Last Stand had left was lost on me as soon as I ordered.
Two Chicago Dogs and a small soda cost me $9.63 too. That was the icing on the cake for me. This place is not worth your money or your time. Look up a Chicago dog recipe online and cook it at home for less and it will be far, far better and you won't have to deal with any one of the grumpy employees at Mustard's Last Stand.
Dined February 22, 2012.
Written by B.
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Jimmy John's - 2075 S University Blvd
To be honest, I didn't really want to go to Jimmy John's on this occasion. It had been a while since I had gone, but I'm just generally not a sub sandwich kind of guy. Either way, I needed a fast lunch and I just wasn't feeling Chipotle again or anything else near the DU campus, let alone Subway across the street from JJ's.
But by the time I had the first couple of bites of the Italian Nightclub with peppers (the only thing I get at JJ's) I was satisfied with my decision. It was a relatively cheap meal (less than $7 without chips and a drink) and it did the trick, i.e. it was going to hold me over until I got home later that evening. It was a very utilitarian lunch.
At this particular location there aren't too many places to sit. Three tables (two of them high) and a bar along the right wall as you walk in that has chairs, which deceives one into thinking they could comfortably sit there and enjoy a sandwich and a drink. But one realizes this isn't possible when one has sandwich in hand and finds out that the sandwich is twice as long as the counter at the bar is deep. What the? It's a completely worthless bank of chairs. That doesn't seem to bother people, or maybe it does, since the only guy eating a sandwich in the place besides me was an employee.
Just briefly, as I sat their chewing through the Italian Nightclub, I tried to envision a woman working at this particular JJ's. Maybe one does, but on this stop there were six guys who addressed everyone as dude, bro, or buddy. It was very sausage-party-esque. I think this is sort of the standard for JJ's. I don't see too many girls working there at JJ's. Maybe I am completely off, but in my experience every JJ's has a strong aroma of bread making and a vibrant aura of bromance.
Dined February 15, 2012.
Written by B.
But by the time I had the first couple of bites of the Italian Nightclub with peppers (the only thing I get at JJ's) I was satisfied with my decision. It was a relatively cheap meal (less than $7 without chips and a drink) and it did the trick, i.e. it was going to hold me over until I got home later that evening. It was a very utilitarian lunch.
At this particular location there aren't too many places to sit. Three tables (two of them high) and a bar along the right wall as you walk in that has chairs, which deceives one into thinking they could comfortably sit there and enjoy a sandwich and a drink. But one realizes this isn't possible when one has sandwich in hand and finds out that the sandwich is twice as long as the counter at the bar is deep. What the? It's a completely worthless bank of chairs. That doesn't seem to bother people, or maybe it does, since the only guy eating a sandwich in the place besides me was an employee.
Just briefly, as I sat their chewing through the Italian Nightclub, I tried to envision a woman working at this particular JJ's. Maybe one does, but on this stop there were six guys who addressed everyone as dude, bro, or buddy. It was very sausage-party-esque. I think this is sort of the standard for JJ's. I don't see too many girls working there at JJ's. Maybe I am completely off, but in my experience every JJ's has a strong aroma of bread making and a vibrant aura of bromance.
Dined February 15, 2012.
Written by B.
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