Like a giant pink elephant standing in the corner of your living room, the Pink Elephant Room - located on Colfax and Madison across from the infamously suave P.S. Lounge - is impossible to ignore. But this Pink Elephant is no hallucination...

Three episodes would run in a row every Monday and, on those nights, I was affixed to the sofa religiously, as if Couch Potatoism was suddenly a worthwhile new sect.  Imagine how Aussie-born singer Sia felt when the heart-wrenching series finale featured her song “Breathe Me” in its final minutes...

Hairstylist by day, cage-fighter by night, Kenneth Ivan synergizes seemingly polar-opposite interests, cutting hair and kicking @$$, as deftly as a barber shaves a head and Lancelot wields a six-foot sword.  A Denver salon and cage-fighting fixture, making a name in fashion photography too, if he has his Alexander-conquering way within the next several years, he’ll lay claim to the vast lands of follicle, fashion, and fighting.

Perhaps they are not the purveyors of the genre, but the HorrorPops do seem to embody everything that is distinctly psychobilly. There is no question as to whether or not the ‘Pops fit the image, the requisite stand-up bass, the miles of tattooed flesh and hair so big and ridiculous it can only be described as ungodly.

Converging on Denver, Friday, February 22^nd is a trio of performing songwriters, Angie Stevens, Jessica Sonner, and Matt Jones, each with style and attraction each their own.  Billed together, they make a synergy of song-sensation.

Imagine a clothing store that allows you to buy, sell, or trade your quality duds without the traditional consignment feel. Not only are you recycling textiles, which reduces waste, but you are also succumbing to an endless array of vintage, designer and one-of-a-kind items.

It’s reminiscent of a night in Paris with romance in the air. You navigate your way from Larimer Square and through a small corridor you discover a hidden courtyard. Here, tucked away from the bustling city, is the quintessential French Bistro: Bistro Vendome.

“Five minutes till curtain call.” Velvet backed booths, a grand ceiling, and a mezzanine filled with quiet chatter of star struck lovers. The world is a stage at Hotel Teatro. And Kevin Taylor serves up the first act in his newest restaurant Prima Ristorante.

In Portuguese they say “Uma andorinha so’, nao faz verao”, which translates “one sparrow alone does not make a summer”. But, two sparrows and those erotic, exotic flavors at Café Brazil can make it feel like summer at least for the rest of the night.

Oysters are a must this Valentine’s but instead of just giving the one you favor a sloppy wet one… oyster that is, why not treat them to Black Pearl instead.

Blind faith in a single promoter’s vision can be a rare commodity, especially in the occasionally corrupt and often financially risky underground rave scene, but Denver-based production company Pureform Atmospheres has certainly earned it.  Even before announcing the actual lineup for their upcoming return to “form” (The Elements, February 16), longtime fans and eager converts began snatching up presale tickets left and right.

Whether embarking on your first date or just showing the one you love you’ve still got it, you can’t go wrong with a big smoldering pot of chocolate, and where better than 15^th Street’s La Fondue.

When you want to prove to your date that you’re in the know on what’s hot in Denver there’s little better than the two Houses on Delaware called Cuba Cuba Café