While cold rain drizzled on Golden one Sunday morning, I was on a hunt for a heartwarming breakfast, but every café and bakery I stopped at was closed. When I found Higher Grounds, I instantly knew that this was exactly the cozy type of place that I was hoping to find. The walls were hand-painted a warm yellow texture, and the acoustic guitarist was strumming the type of music that made me want to sit down with a warm drink while my mind drifted into his melodies. . . read more.