The glass case was nearly empty. Gone were the Danish, bread, croissants, and a good portion of the cakes I’d read about only an hour ago. Disappointment set in quickly and the clerk at the counter noticed right away.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a polite shrug. “We had a pretty busy day and went through just about everything. I would suggest the Monte-Cristo Croissant, though. We have a couple of those left.”
What was I going to do? Say no? Sure we made the mistake of showing up at 2:30 in the afternoon on a Saturday but I wasn’t going away on an empty stomach. The Rolling Pin Bakeshop is supposed to be the place to go for authentic French pastries in Denver.
“I’ll take one.”
My wife decided on one of the last raisin rolls, warmed to perfection just as she likes it.
“I better try one of those iced mochas, too,” I added. “I’m a sucker for caffeine.”
In between making the coffee, plating my Monte-Cristo, and handing the raisin roll directly to my wife, the clerk mentioned we should definitely come back tomorrow morning.
“Our croissants are made from scratch,” he said very matter of fact. “They have 81 layers and take three days to make right here in the shop. They’re worth coming back for.”
I have to admit, this was my first Monte-Cristo and everything from the flaky crust and tender ham to the swiss cheese, raspberry preserves, and powdered sugar held its flavor so late in the day. I even managed to get a small bite of the raisin roll before it was devoured. Delicious. All of it. Iced mocha included. So if you’re in Five Points, head straight into The Rolling Pin because they’ve definitely managed to bring the taste of France to this historic streetcorner. In fact, I’ll be heading there this weekend and likely trying one of everything, especially the key lime pie. I’ll never turn that down.
Date nights on a Friday in Denver can mean brewery hoppin’, dinner and a movie, First Friday food trucks, art, and live music down on Santa Fe, and for this guy, that ever present craving for some late night donuts when it’s time to wind down. But at 11 o’clock at night? Where would I find such a place?
Habit Doughnut Dispensary. That’s where.
Habit Doughnut Dispensary—born in Denver, raised on hip hop—dispenses irresistible confections and naughty neighborhood necessities near Confluence Park.
Known as the “cheeky bakery on Platte” carving out a commanding presence in Denver’s doughnut scene with premium, chef-driven doughnuts, monsta cinnamon rolls and shooters of whiskey with (or without) a cuppa coffee.
Habit was actually closed by the time we arrived but knowing Carbon tends to keep some leftover goodness from next door on hand, it would still count for this review and everything would be alright. And sure enough, as soon as we stepped through the door there they were. And yea, choices may be limited but come on, it was 11 and we weren’t looking to be picky. So, we simply went with the first two that caught out eye; the Plain Jane and Chai Tea.
Anyone who knows me or read my last post, understands that one or two donuts usually isn’t good enough. But on this night, I felt the need to go simple, test out just these two. (It could have been that I downed a giant ice cream cone about 10 minutes prior though.)
Now I’m not going to get all fancy on the taste breakdown, the ratio of donut to frosting, or what I’d pair with these little goodies, but let me tell you this. Jason Graf – the apparent confection wizard behind every Habit creation – is a genius. Those donuts could have been there for hours and they probably had been, yet those were some of the best late night, get your fix donuts I’ve ever had. Every write up, great review, or friend’s story about how good they are, is no lie.
It’s time to get your ass down to Habit, people. And chances are, you’ll probably see me there, too. I’ll be the one in the corner looking like this.