There were two grand moments of excitement for us at Baked in Telluride. The first was when my allergy-tortured friend discovered an enormous cabinet full of gluten and dairy free cakes and cookies, that looked like it had been designed just for her. The second was when we realised they made their own pizza. Being a traditionalist, I went ahead and ordered a Reuben anyway, from their excellent deli counter (it was so good and so rich with pastrami that I ate it for two consecutive meals). But I had food envy aplenty when Jamie's pizza arrived, and could only assuage it by adding a (not-so-gluten-free) flapjack to my already full dinner plate.