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Boulder CO: Bitter Bar

Karl and I enjoyed a pre-dinner chat at Bitter Bar. It's in downtown Boulder but on one of the slightly more secluded spots. The wafting odor of the marijuana dispensary next door only adds to the relaxed feel. This is our cheese plate, which was outstanding. All the accompaniments were also excellent; I particularly enjoyed the figs. Karl enjoyed a mixed drink upon which he heaped satisfied praises.

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