|one of the many flower boxes throughout Historic Castle Rock|
On my grocery shopping days, I usually stop at two stores, if not three or four (to satisfy our eclectic dietary requirements), which means I'm too tired to cook all that food after I get home and put it all away.
Beloved, being the kind-hearted guy that he is (and to assure he gets a decent meal in spite of my weariness), often will offer to take us out. I always accept his offer, not wanting to discourage his generosity.
One of our favorite places, The Castle Cafe, is in Historic Castle Rock, maybe 3 miles from our house. The Castle Cafe has a colorful history, as well as good food. I'll share it's history from the website while we wait for our food:
The Castle Hotel and Bar was the gathering place for quarry workers, ranchers and travelers during the 1890's. In those days, the bar was one of the wildest in the area. Although reports of shootouts were not confirmed, brawls were so common that Douglas Country was forced to hire an extra deputy to patrol on paydays. The Deputy was also responsible for restraining inebriated cowboys from riding their horses through the bar.
Around 1910, the Castle Hotel and Cafe became the stopover for travelers between Denver and Colorado Springs. A dance hall was built over the bar and served as a community center during the roaring 20's, depressing 30's and early 40's. Throughout the years, the Castle Cafe and Lounge has remained the geographical and social heart of the Castle Rock area.
|Wooden Indian and juke box|
While we waited for our food, I took some snapshots of the decor.
|an impressive chicken display and a very rusty wall clock|
|one of the dining rooms|
|we enjoyed our quiet table in the corner|
|the decor is not for the faint of heart|
|the former saloon|
The food is delicious at the Castle Cafe. I had a hearty salad of mixed greens with grilled chicken, avocado, goat cheese, sun-dried cranberries, and sliced almonds topped with Lemongrass Vinaigrette.
Beloved enjoyed the BBQ Beef Brisket Sandwich with hickory-smoked beef and a tangy Memphis-style sauce served with French fries.
|downtown Castle Rock|
Our waitress tried to tempt us with a fruit cobbler for dessert, but we opted to take a stroll through town instead.
|a coffee and pastry shop|
|more local food|
|information boards outside the Courthouse explaining local history|
|the ice rink pavilion|
|Holly Hocks can be seen all over town|
|a frequent sight in Castle Rock|
|the trains go under the shadow of the huge rock for which the town is named|
Most of the trains are very, very long and if they are traveling south, they are usually moving slowly with cars full of black coal.