Walking through this cozy little strip of restaurants and small stores just a half mile east of the Tattered Cover bookstore, I stopped at the guitar repair shop to ask what was good to eat. While one of the spots across the street was packed with college kids, I wanted their opinion. They described a few spots that were pretty good, but when they said the Goosetown Tavern on the corner had pork wings, I had to see for myself.
The corner pub has a great, inviting exterior that in warmer weather is probably packed with patrons. Inside had that dark wood/brick/dead antelope on the wall vibe that really worked with the skylights. With Irish-style booths, a long bar and several TVs tuned to hockey, it definitely held its own attitude. Being right around late-lunch on a very lazy, cloudy Saturday (Denverites don't respond to well when their beloved sun suddenly disappears during daytime), the place was mostly empty. I grabbed a booth and they took my order, which was pork wings, kettle chips (since they don't have fries) and a Guinness.
Service was moderate -- while it didn't take long for them to get my order, they failed to tell me that they had poured my beer and were waiting on the foam to settle (which, being a Guinness, didn't really settle). The wings took about a normal wait time to be delivered and, at first, I was surprised. There were only two wings on the plate with a small bowl of ranch, with the small bowl of chips to the side.
However, the wings were large and plump, and with only a small bone running through each, they made up for the fewer wings with volume and, most importantly, deliciousness. They were absolutely fantastic. The first fell off the bone halfway through. I forked it the rest of the way, dipping in the ranch.
The other side of the bar boasted a small stage and a pool table, mostly sectioned from the front area, and has a nice outdoor seating area. I will definitely be stopping by again.