In honor of the Broncos' berth in Super Bowl XLVIII, we're sharing this classic post about a Colorado specialty.
The server cupped his hand to the side of his mouth and whispered, "Those, um, are oysters from the mountains, you know."
I nodded, slightly gravely, and thanked him for his thoughtful euphemism. I know full well what Rocky Mountain oysters are, and seeing as I was encountering them on a menu in Terminal C of the Denver International Airport, they seemed a somewhat safer bet than their maritime counterparts.
So I went ahead and ordered the deep-fried bull balls.
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