Greg Reinke and baloney go together—but what about bologna?
That’s right, the Associated Press Stylebook makes a distinction in spelling between the bologna you eat on a sandwich—first slapped between bread in Bologna, Italy—and the baloney you endure with Reinke.
It is only when you enjoy them both simultaneously that it all gets a little confusing.
It all began a few Fridays ago when I took Reinke, co-owner of Littleton’s Reinke Bros. costume superstore and president of Historic Downtown Littleton Merchants, to a couple of my favorite newer haunts along South Broadway in Englewood.
With all the recent hubbub about millennials flocking to walkable Englewood, I wanted to show Reinke that Littleton’s Main Street is not the only neighborhood on the planet.
After a stop at the mixed-drink haven of Englewood Grand, we walked a block to the ‘hood’s latest addition, the Whiskey Biscuit, three doors south of the Gothic Theater—with all the standing-room business and bushy hipster beards to show for it.
The drinks fit the bill just fine, but when Reinke got a gander at the menu and the $10 fried bologna sandwich, you might have thought he found a biscuit in his whiskey.
Ten bucks for a friggin’ bologna sandwich?
Reinke called over the owner, who confirmed the item’s price and popularity.
“People love our bologna sandwich,” the owner said.
By then, we had both already eaten, but a date was set to answer the seldom-asked query: Is a $10 bologna sandwich good bologna or just baloney?
With Reinke, eating is a family affair, so I joined him, along with a few of the other eatin’ Reinkes—Greg’s business partner and younger brother Chris, his father Don, and Don Jr., the oldest Reinke brother, celebrating his post-dialysis a la fried bologna.
As it happened, Don Sr. had worked at one of the many businesses that predate the Whiskey Biscuit at the corner of Broadway and Floyd Avenue. Don was fired from what was then Miller’s Supermarket in the mid-1940s for having the audacity to accept a customer’s 25-cent tip.
“That was a lot of money in those days,” Don said with a smile.
Full of baloney? Greg Reinke inhales. Photo by Peter Jones
The elder Reinke would land on his feet as an usher down the block at the Gothic, which was then a movie house, and as a prehistoric human pin setter next door at the still-surviving bowling alley in the present-day Moe’s Original Bar B Que.
“I used to throw ‘em back at the people who tried to hit me,” he said.
But back to that bologna sandwich.
The consensus at the table seemed to be positive, with particular raves for the thick cut that your mother never served. No mayonnaise or mustard here—This ‘wich boasts roasted garlic aioli and whiskey barbecue sauce, along with lettuce, tomato and pickled sweet onion. The sides, including french-toast-battered onion rings, were eclectic.
The only gripe was the size of the sandwich. Maybe a second slice of bologna, or perhaps the restaurant’s signature biscuit would be a heartier bread?
Still, if one is searching for a $10 bologna sandwich worth its weight in lunchmeat, here it is.
“We may not be food critics, but we know bologna,” Greg Reinke said, with no reference to his intended spelling.
My other favorite lunch in recent memory was at the State of Our City by Centennial Mayor Cathy Noon. [I’m not too proud to pile my plate at these affairs.] But it was another former area mayor, Doug Tisdale of Cherry Hills Village, who made a wry observation as I ran around the grand ballroom taking photos of Noon speaking.
As it happened, I had taken the glass elevator up to Embassy Suites’ third floor to get a bird’s eye view of Noon and her audience of residents and public officials.
Remember Mel Brooks’s goof of Jimmy Stewart in Alfred Hitchcock’s Vertigo?
“Look carefully to see The Villager’s own Peter Jones in the elevator as he does his best to channel Mel Brooks in the film High Anxiety,” Tisdale posted on Facebook.
I must add that at least one of Tisdale’s respondents remarked that I had to be too young to remember Brooks’s 1977 all-purpose Hitchcock parody.
Thank you, Centennial City Councilmember Kathy Turley!
As I posted in response, in the midst of other replies, “I’m glad this is getting all the social-media traction it deserves. A speech from the mayor only goes so far.”
Noon clicked “like.”
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