There are days in Colorado when dinner simply chooses you, and all your careful plans hand over the keys.
You catch one whiff of fried fish drifting through the crisp air, and suddenly the mountains, the errands, and the calendar all fade into the background. The to-do list can wait. The group chat can pause. The only real question is whether you are adding fries or keeping it classic with slaw.
This is your permission slip to stop debating and start enjoying. In Colorado, where weekends fill quickly with hikes, markets, and last-minute drives, a spontaneous food stop can feel like its own small adventure…