There is something unexpectedly sacred about sitting down to a prix fixe meal. Long before the first dish arrives, the experience offers an important invitation: slow down. Be here. The meal will unfold at its own pace. In a moment marked by choice, efficiency, and immediacy, a prix fixe menu moves at a different rhythm—one shaped by presence, patience, and delight. It creates, in a simple and tangible way, a place where we become more aware of our senses and the people sitting beside us.

The small mountain mining town of Georgetown, Colorado, transforms into a winter wonderland for its annual Christmas Market. Georgetown during December feels like walking into a snow globe—Victorian buildings lined with twinkling lights, dusted with a soft layer of snow, and streets filled with the rich scent of roasting chestnuts. The Christmas Market isn’t just a festive event; it’s a gathering where the warmth of community and the spirit of tradition merge to create something magical.

Some people may think about a Children’s Hospital and assume they are either sad and scary places. But in reality, Children’s Hospitals are bright and cheerful. They are where patients and their families learn to adapt to injuries and new diagnoses.

The bakery is a sacred place. It's where simple ingredients—flour, water, yeast—are transformed through skill and patience into bread and pastries. There is nothing like the anticipation for freshly baked bread or a perfectly laminated croissant.