In the heart of downtown Denver stands a culinary time capsule where the cinnamon rolls are so massive they require their own area code, and the history runs as deep as the coffee that’s been percolating since Herbert Hoover was in office.
Allow me to introduce you to Sam’s No. 3, a Denver landmark that’s been satisfying hungry Coloradans since 1927 – nearly a century of flipping pancakes and setting unofficial records for how many hash browns one human can reasonably devour before lunchtime.
The vibrant red and yellow awning of Sam’s No. 3 stands out against downtown Denver’s modern skyline like that eccentric uncle who refuses to update his wardrobe but somehow remains the coolest person at every family gathering.
Situated on Curtis Street, its iconic neon sign serves as a lighthouse for the famished, the slightly-worse-for-wear weekend warriors, and the “I-deserve-a-proper-breakfast” crowd that forms a line outside most mornings…