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Monday, July 13, 2015

A Picture Tour of Avanti F&B

The highly-anticipated new eatery in Denver's Highlands neighborhood, Avanti F&B, opens to the public today! Here's a few sights you can expect to see at the former print shop located at 3200 Pecos Street.

 The outside of Avanti as seen from the south.  The main dining area is behind the second-level windows and, above that, one part of the rooftop patio.  Just to the left of this wall is...

...the rooftop bleacher section that looks out in the general direction of Coors Field.  It's kind of a silly concept having bleachers on the roof that look out over nothing specific, just the whole of the Denver skyline, but that's okay--I like silly concepts.  Continuing to turn left we see...

...the largest B-cycle station in Denver!  Apparently, they needed to install the city's largest bike rental station lest they be forced to add more parking spaces.  This part of town needed a few more stations, anyway.

Walking through the front door, guests find themselves in a pretty swanky lounge!  On the left side of the lounge is...

...Avanti's main bar area serving wine, mix drinks, and beer including...

...Colorado's largest selection of Dogfish Head Craft Brewed Ales beers on tap!  One of the owners of Avanti is a close, personal friend of Sam Calagione so it makes sense that DFH would be featured so prominently.  My camera's flash obscured it but that last one is Collabo-Ryezon, a rye beer made in collaboration with Prost Brewing which is just on the other side of a small park from Avanti.  

Avanti also has a lot of beers not from DFH, too, including one from The Post Brewing Co., a brewery headed-up by Bryan Selders, former brewer at DFH. So, I guess there's no hard feelings between Selders and his former employer.  

Walk past the main floor lounge and enter into the main dining hall.  The concept behind Avanti is that of a collective eatery inspired by European markets.  But, I've never been to a European market and you probably haven't, either, so I think a better way to describe Avanti is as a high-end food court or a permanent food truck rally.  There are five eateries on the main floor and two on the second floor.  The dining area is all communal and there are no reservations, just get the food you want from the pod you want and find an available seat.

Another look at the main dining hall.

A nice succulent garden as you head up from the main floor to the second level.

The upstairs bar is indoor/outdoor.  The outside portion serves...

...the main rooftop lounge area.  Turning to the left, we see...

...a line of barstools that look out over the bleachers that are just beyond the edge.  The outdoor, upstairs dining area is on the left. 

Looking back from the barstools and bleachers, we see the outdoor portion of the upstairs bar.

The view from up top!

The upstairs, outdoor dining section.  This part is covered so patrons can enjoy the fresh air and views even in inclement weather.

The length of the upstairs, outdoor dining area.  They have a glass garage door that can be raised, opening the outdoor section to the bar and other two food pods.

From the upstairs dining area, another shot of the rooftop bleachers.

So, what are you waiting for? Avanti opens today so go eat, drink, and take in the spectacular views!



A few months ago, we visited the space that would become Avanti F & B.  At that time, it looked like an empty warehouse.  The cargo containers that would become the food pods were in place but the rest of the space had yet to be transformed.  When we visited this last Thursday, we were met with a mix of modern, industrial, and rustic touches.

I have to say I’ve been looking forward to the opening of Avanti  mostly because Quiero Arepas would be there. Quiero Arepas is one of my favorite food trucks in the Denver area but, being a food truck, we only get to enjoy their Venezuelan treats when we are lucky enough to find them at a brewery or outdoor event.  As usual, the food did not disappoint; I enjoyed the Reina Pepiada, shredded chicken in an avocado sauce stuffed into a corn bread arepa.

Avanti brings different cuisines to one place in a unique way.  Imagine a food court but with craft beer, quality food, an inviting atmosphere, a gorgeous view, and no angsty teenagers (I would say less screaming children, too, but I plan on bringing my baby there when I meet up with friends).  Avanti houses seven restaurants, some are the product of a booming food truck industry, others are testing their concepts, perhaps in hopes of opening a larger restaurant someday. 

After trying samples from each restaurant, my favorite of the night was MiJo.  MiJo served a banana curry over udon noodles with tofu or chicken.  It had a great flavor and just the right amount of spiciness; I will definitely be back for more!

Another favorite was Brava! Pizzeria Della Strada.  Brava! serves wood-fired pizza, the oven carefully squeezed into their cargo container.  They were serving the margherita pizza as well as bacon-wrapped goat cheese-filled dates and Italian S’mores.  The crust on the margherita was so wonderfully thin and the sauce boasts a tangy sweetness, I was actually reminded of pizza I’ve had in Italy.

Unfortunately, with baby on board, I wasn’t able to try any beer or cocktails (I had my eye on a pear cider, though).  I will be returning to Avanti to try out some of the other food options once the full menus are in place.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

The Biergarten Festival is Coming!

It’s that time of year again.  Early July.  That time when we hoist high the Stars n’ Stripes, when we all come together to eat hotdogs, drink copious amounts of beer, watch fireworks, and collectively agree that, damn, it’s good to be American.

In Colorado, early July is even more important; it’s a time when we double-down on our patriotism.  It’s a time when we hoist high the Bundesflagge, when we all come together to eat bratwurst, drink copious amounts of bier, watch Schuhplattler dancers, and collectively agree that, verdammt, it’s good to be German-American.  Why?  Because July 10-12 is when the German-American Chamber of Commerce—Colorado Chapter’s Biergarten Festival is held in Morrison.

Who's that handsome young Kraut?
Held at the scenic TEV Edelweiss festival grounds, the Biergarten Festival is a perfect blend of Colorado rustic and Old World charm.  Red Rocks stands majestically to the north as oompah bands stomp their feet to the rhythm.  The fresh Rocky Mountain air wafts through the site as the aroma of soft pretzels, roasted nuts, schnitzel, Apfelstrudel, and other German delicacies entice hungry festival-goers.  When you’re at Biergarten Festival, you’re very much in Colorado and you’re very much in Bavaria.

And what would Biergarten Festival be without beer?  With Paulaner and Hacker-Pschorr as a sponsor, expect many fine, Munich-style beers on tap.  In fact, according to the festival website, expert more beer than ever before: “This year’s Beer Garden (Biergarten) Festival will be bigger and better than ever before!  We have added more music, more beer and more entertainment.”  There will also be wine and, if prior experiences at the festival are any indication, schnapps. 

This will be the 19th running of the Biergarten Festival and my third time attending.  Here’s some advice from a seasoned pro:

1) Learn some of the language.  Know a few courtesies and definitely know the proper pronunciation of the beer you’re ordering; the lady behind the bar wouldn’t serve me until I said Märzen correctly.

2) If you have lederhosen or dirndls in your closet, wear it!  How often do you get to break out that ensemble?  Be forewarned, though: if you dress authentically, people will assume you speak the language fluently and are an expert German folk dancer. 

3) Don’t worry if you’re not of German heritage.  Just as everybody is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, everybody is German at Biergarten Festival. 

4) Bring sunscreen.  Pasty German complexions and the scorching high country sun are a dangerous mix.

Friday, July 10th | 4pm – 10pm
Saturday, July 11th | 11am – 10pm
Sunday, July 12th | 10am – 5pm (traditional German Frühschoppen brunch in the morning)

17832 Highway 8
Morrison, Colorado 80465

·         Friday & Saturday: $5
·         Sunday: $3, early-bird special: $1 from 10am to noon
·         Frühschoppen: $15 (all-you-can-eat)
·         Children 12 and under are free
·         You may also volunteer

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Beer Not in Colorado: Homecoming IV -- Back in the Habit

Colorado.  It’s where I live.  It’s where I matriculated.  It’s where I met and married my wife.  It’s where my first child will be born.  It is my home.  However, I, like a good portion of the state’s population, am not originally from Colorado.  I cannot, in good conscious, decorate my car with the ubiquitous “Native” bumper sticker à la the green mountain license plate.  Nay, my roots are in the Crossroads of America, the Hoosier State, the Land of Letterman—Indiana.

Nicole at the Indy Mini expo
My brother is fond of saying, “Indiana is a great place to be from.”  I’ve no desire to live there again but I’ll always hold it in a special part of my heart.  It’s my place of birth, the state that shaped me in my formative years, and its influence on me cannot be understated.  That’s why I feel the need to make a short statement on a recent controversy: the Religious Freedom Restoration Act (RFRA).

The big hubbub surrounding RFRA has died down due to amendments made to the law but residual stigma won’t wash out.  I’m embarrassed my homestate passed such a law.  Do I think RFRA had any real power to significantly harm the gay community?  No, not really; it wasn’t as bad as social media made it out to be.  However, the very statement “wasn’t as bad” suggests it was at least a little bad and any backwards step for LGBT Hoosiers is a damn shame.

Then again, disgusted though I was with Gov. Mike Pence’s decision to pass RFRA, I was equally perturbed by the #BoycottIndiana campaign.  Yes, companies, please do pull your businesses out of Indiana, deny an already poor, working-class state of desperately needed money.  Yes, performers, cancel your Indiana tour dates and withhold the arts from mostly rural communities most in need of entertainment and enlightenment.  Yes, supporters of #BoycottIndiana, punish an entire population for the decisions of a few politicians, politicians who barely feel the sting of your actions whereas the good and honest masses receive the brunt.  There’s no holes in that plan, no sir (gosh, I hope the sarcasm is as obvious as I intend it to be). 

We went to the Colts pro shop; notice anything wrong with the packaging for this helmet?
#BoycottIndiana is a shotgun, not a surgeon’s scalpel.  Precision is lacking, there’s too much collateral damage.  Believe it or not, there are gay Hoosiers and #BoycottIndiana affects them, too.  There must have been some supporters of RFRA in Indiana for it to get passed, true, but you wouldn’t know that by the outcry I’ve witnessed from people living there and that includes—as we get back on topic—local breweries.  Nearly all of them went out of their way to make a statement on their Facebook page rallying against RFRA; usually breweries stay out of such political quagmires because, hey, conservative customers pay with the same money as liberal customers.  This time they felt the urge to speak out.  The issue was important enough to make a stand.  Major kudos to Indiana breweries!  They’re not just makers of great beer, they’re makers of social change 

My favorite anti-RFRA protest; Bier Brewery decided to "turn the other cheek" to discriminatory laws

 In sum, supporters of RFRA and proponents of #BoycottIndiana both really, really suck.  With Hoosier blood flowing through my veins, I choose to be ashamed of my state’s backwards government yet proud of the Indiana people’s backlash towards that reprehensible bill.  But there’s more pride than shame—I’m pretty well used to government officials doing dumbass things, it’s lost its shock value.  But my heart will always swell when the masses make the morally correct decision and spurn homophobic laws.   

Ha! But, in all seriousness, Indy still loves Peyton; they just love Luck more
Did I say earlier that would be a short statement?  Well, enough soapbox pontificating; let’s get down to beer.  Nicole and I were in Indianapolis to run the OneAmerica 500 Festival Mini-Marathon (Indy Mini), the nation’s largest half marathon.  As any runner will say, one must carb-load before a big race.  Know what has a lot of carbs?  Beer.  Thus, the day before the race, we partook in the wares of a few of our favorite Indy beer spots.

Biergarten at The Rathskeller
First, we popped into Scotty’s Brewhouse, a downtown hangout near Bankers Life Fieldhouse.  Popular for its large patio (which, due to crowds, we could not enjoy), Scotty’s isn’t actually a brewery but is among the many satellite taprooms associated with Thr3e Wise Men Brewing Co. (the guy who started the company’s named Scott Wise); it’s kind of like the Ale House at Amato’s/Breckenridge Brewery of Indy—a non-brewing beer bar operated by a brewery.  The beer selection at Scotty’s is good but, as an out-of-towner, I’d appreciate more local options.  Then again, I understand I’m not their target demographic, repeat local customers are what keep the place in business, people who might want to taste beers from far-flung lands.  Sure, Indiana beer is a special treat to my Colorado palate but it’s the norm to those living in Indy.  But, I almost always drink local so I had a couple Taxman Brewing Co. beers (a brewery that’s been highly recommended to me several times; I’ll visit the facility one of these days) and headed for the next destination.

Biergarten at The Rathskeller
In the Denver-area, we have the German-American Chamber of Commerce—Colorado (GACC-CO), a great organization that puts on fun events such as the Christkindl Market and Biergarten Festival.  What Colorado doesn’t have, though, is the Midwest’s history of German immigration.  Of course, those of German descent are everywhere in America, they’re the largest European ethnicity in the nation.  But, historically speaking, places like Wisconsin, Michigan, and Indiana are where our Deutsche ancestors first settled.  The GACC-CO has to forcibly interject German joviality into Colorado culture, in other parts of the country it’s just the natural state of things.  That long-lasting and pervading aura of German heritage is why something as cool as The Rathskeller exists in Indy.

Indy skyline from Rathskeller's biergarten
An enormous and ornate beer hall, restaurant, and biergarten, The Rathskeller has operated since 1894; it is and was the place for German-Americans to hang out, socialize, and party.  It’s essentially the German Elks club.  I visited the place briefly several years ago, never seeing The Rathskeller’s crown jewel—the biergarten.  I wasn’t about to make that mistake twice.

I can say with all honesty, I’ve been to Munich and The Rathskeller’s outdoor drinking area is on-par with its Old World counterparts.  A vast, open space with endless rows of picnic tables, an amphitheater, medieval flags flapping proudly in the breeze, a view of the Indy skyline—there’s plenty to prost about!  I enjoyed the house beer, Rathskeller Amber, by local brewers Sun King Brewery—was there ever a more appropriate beer for me, a German-American-Hoosier, to drink?

They don't cite their source on the banner so it's probably a self-appointed title; doesn't mean it's wrong, though

The spectrum of beer at The Rathskeller; that's the Sun King one in the middle 
After Rathskeller, we ended the evening at Tomlinson Taproom.  It’s not a visit to Indy for me without having a beer or two at one of the best unknown beer bars in America.  Tucked in the mezzanine of the historic City Market building, Tom Tap, as the cool kids call it, serves nothing but Indiana-made beer making it possible for out-of-towners such as myself to taste the flavor of the state, to “visit” may Indiana breweries without driving through miles of cornfield.

Looking down on the floor of City Market from the mezzanine
Tom Tap is in the mezzanine of the City Market building
Tom Tap was followed by a meal at Iozzo’s Garden of Italy where we further raised our carbohydrate levels for the next day’s run.  It was my seventh time participating in the Indy Mini and it was my second-worst time—so, I wasn’t super happy with my results.  It was definitely Nicole’s slowest time because she had to walk, pregnant as she is.  But, hey, our times might not have been what we were looking for but there’s nothing quite like beer to soothe one’s wounded ego.

See the pedal bar parked in front? In Indy, it's actually legal for you to drink alcohol while riding; in Denver, you have to be sneaky about it
First stop after the race: Tow Yard Brewing Co., the closest brewery to Lucas Oil Stadium.  Built on the ground level of an old brick building, Tow Yard’s ample parking is, according to my parents, a primo spot for Colts tailgate parties, a cash-cow for Tow Yard given the fact Indianapolis law allows for open containers; tailgaters can order a beer at Tow Yard, have it poured into a plastic cup, and walk right back outside to the party in the parking lot.  It’s odd, Indiana has some of the most bass-ass-backwards liquor laws in the country (liquor stores closed on Sundays, no brewery can sell beer without also selling food, no minors allowed in the bar area…etc.) and yet, in one regard, its capital city is among the most lenient, on par with the lax liquor enforcement of Las Vegas, New Orleans, and Key West.  Supposedly, the open container law was always on the books but nobody knew it was legal until the city hosted the Super Bowl.  Event organizers started researching what they could get away with and, lo and behold, an open container wasn’t illegal to begin with!  It always pays to double-check.

Tow Yard boasts a decent-sized patio, a spacious taproom with two bars and a whole deli in the back called The Larder!  The beer’s pretty tasty, too; I enjoyed The Wrecker, an IPA, and The All Seeing Rye, a rye pale ale.  It was also at Tow Yard where we met up with our friend-through-beer and two-time Beer Bloggers Conference acquaintance Tamre.  I mention Tamre because her presence has a significant impact on the next part of my story.

We left Tow Yard and followed Tamre’s car to the hipper-than-you’d-think-for-Indiana Fletcher Place neighborhood and Chilly Water Brewing Company.  There, we met yet another friend, Andy, a high school pal of mine (funnily enough, it turned out he and Tamre were practically neighbors and didn’t realize it).  The space is cool and modern-looking, the One Hop Wonder Mosaic IPA was lovely, and yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever—it’s a fine establishment but my memory of the place is dominated by something other than the beer.

Andy and I were catching-up, re-hashing the good ol’ days, when a dude walks through the front door wearing a t-shirt, board shorts, and a poodle on his head i.e. a glorious drape of thick, curly hair.  We stop our conversation, glance over quickly, and laugh to ourselves.  “That guy looks like Kenny G!”  We go back to our conversation, look again: “I’m actually being serious now, I’m pretty sure that’s Kenny G!”  By this point, he’s walked back outside and seated himself on the patio, right on the other side of the window from our table.  Another patron sees us taking quick, not-so-inconspicuous peeks through the glass.  “Guys!” he says, “were you wondering if that’s Kenny G?  I looked up his concert schedule; he’s playing in Indy tonight!  That’s f**kin’ him, man!”  The whole time we’re animatedly conversing, Mr. G is looking through the window and rolling his eyes—he knows he’s been recognized (you can’t just walk around with Kenny G hair and expect not to be recognized!).  Tamre couldn’t resist, she snapped a photo with the smooth jazz saxophonists:

The G-Man himself (I'm technically in this picture, too, if you look closely)
After Chilly Water, we set out for Indiana City BrewingCo. in search of Michael Bolton or Yanni.  No luck on the adult contemporary front but plenty of luck on the beer front!  Like Tow Yard, Indiana City is in a building dripping with character: old loading dock, weathered wood and brick, big, roll-up doors.  The factory ambiance is lovingly preserved while still offering a space of comfort.  While there, I drank Regulate, a single-hopped session IPA.  They have a whole Regulate series featuring different hops but, for the life of me, I forget which one I had.  Well, I remember it being pretty good, anyway.

Indiana City
Inside Indiana City
Inside Indiana City
With a dinner at Harry & Izzy’s Steakhouse later that night, Nicole and I concluded our Indiana beer odyssey.  However, having been born and raised in the Hoosier state, I guarantee it won’t be the last time we venture into the Circle City, hunting down the best and newest breweries in town.  Perhaps, if we visit once again for the Indy Mini, I’ll carb-up even more and surpass this year’s lackluster performance.  If not, I’ll console myself with some of the best beer the Midwest has to offer!  



I enjoy the fact that Indiana City's official vehicle is an old church van

Saturday, April 25, 2015

Spangalang Continues Colorado's Long Tradition of Music-Themed Beer

Colorado, for all its wonder, isn’t nationally recognized for its music scene.  There’ve been a few famous artists to come from the Centennial State (e.g. The Fray, The String Cheese Incident, OneRepublic, 3OH!3…etc.) but the list is paltry.  Even Colorado’s “native” son, the man who took the state’s capital as his stage name, John Denver, was actually born in New Mexico.  One wouldn’t necessarily call Colorado a black hole of musical talent but it is a bit lacking in the song and lyric department. 

Perhaps Colorado’s brewers aren’t oblivious to this near-absence of melodic clout.  Perhaps that’s why the number of music-themed breweries in Colorado is inversely proportionate to our tonal reputation.  Perhaps our brewers are filling a void; where there is a deficiency of groove and funk, beer will patch the hole.  For example, there’s Ska Brewing, named after a musical genre.  Oskar Blues, now themed more heavily towards bicycles and marijuana, fits that bill, too.  Then there’s TRVE Brewing Company and Black Sky Brewery—both with a heavy metal bent, Big Choice Brewing with its punk rock flair, Black Shirt Brewing Co. which dates their beers as “Studio Tracks,” and plenty more I’m surely forgetting.  Now, add to the list Denver’s newest, the jazzed-up Spangalang Brewery.

Spangalang—so named for a common jazz cymbal pattern—is located in the Five Points neighborhood, a part of town of which I have little knowledge except that it’s know to be less a “neighborhood” and more a “’hood.”  Most Denver natives are afraid to venture within Five Points’ borders due to its criminal reputation but I say the real crime is the reputation itself.  Five Points is downtrodden, yes.  It is rife with poverty, yes.  I’m also sure a few felonies and misdemeanors have indeed taken place on Five Points grounds but, nonetheless, I’d feel more comfortable walking through Five Points than I would a few places in my rural, north-central Indiana hometown of 29,500.  Don’t walk around Five Points with a $100 bill hanging out your pocket and diamond-encrusted Air Jordan’s on your feet and you’ll be just fine.

Five Points wasn’t always saddled with such a negative image, though; once deemed the “Harlem of the West,” Five Points was a thriving cultural center from the 1920s-1950s, boasting around 50 jazz clubs and hosting legends such as Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Nat King Cole, et al.  Unfortunately, by the 1960s, the neighborhood suffered the same fate as the “Five Points of the East” (i.e. the real Harlem), succumbing to the effects of drug use, illegal activity, and a general distaste for urban life.  But, as breweries are want to do, Spangalang—like Wynkoop Brewing Company to the former skid row that is hip, modern LoDo—is beckoning new patrons to Five Points, tempting them with beer, assuaging their fear, and doing their part to revive a struggling community. 

Located right by the five-street intersection from which the neighborhood derives its name, Spangalang is tucked away into a shopping plaza, occupying a space where once the local DMV resided.  The vivacity of jazz and the hum-drum beige-ness of a DMV don’t typically pair well but Spangalang makes it work.  Certainly, the fiberboard ceiling tiles (now painted, hiding their true hum-drum whiteness), the no-nonsense right angles of the walls, and the very fact the taproom’s in a strip mall recall the space’s previous bureaucratic life.  However, bright, colorful feature walls, a handsome wood-carved bar, Edison bulb light fixtures, and little potted succulents on the tabletops give the brewery the soul it needs and deserves. 

I enjoyed two of Spangalang’s beers on my visit.  The Love Supreme, a dubbel with tart cherries, was pretty darn good; the cherries added a little something fun to the beer without being overbearing or gimmicky.  But, when I asked for the beer that best defined Spangalang, the one beer they’d pick as the face of the brewery, they gave me their best-seller and employee favorite: Hop Colossus, an almost-imperial IPA. 

Holy cow.  It’s a beer worth writing home about.  Huge tropical fruit notes bombard the nose and palate as if being head-butted by Carmen Miranda.  Bitterness is nearly nonexistent with the more pleasant, soothing qualities of the hops shining through.  I know IPAs are the most popular style of craft beer and I feel like a real beer n00b getting all aflutter over such a ubiquitous and hyped-up type of beer but, dammit, I don’t care how many levels you’ve achieved on your Untappd “I Believe in IPA” badge, Hop Colossus will instantly become one of your favorites.

For that matter, if you hate IPAs you’ll probably like Hop Colossus because it’s not one of those polarizing, ultra-bitter ales for which West Coast brewers are famous; it’s mellow, smooth, and savory.  Basically, every beer lover will get a kick out of Hop Colossus.  Be careful, though; it’s an 8% ABV beer but it hides the alcohol well.  You won’t realize you’re wasted until it’s too late.

Whether a hepcat or tone deaf, everybody can find something to love at Spangalang.  They’re making top-notch beer (and who would assume otherwise with their pedigree from Great Divide Brewing Co.?) and they’re revitalizing a section of Denver many have left for dead.  So, if brewing fantastic beer and being a pillar of the community is, like peeing your pants, cool, then consider Spangalang Mile Davis. 

Week 24
Week 24

Monday, March 9, 2015

A Baby's a-Brewing: A Brewery/Pregnancy Photo Project

Something’s brewing but it’s not fermenting in any stainless steel tank, plastic bucket, or carboy.  It’s something Nicole and I hope will be low in IBUs—sweet rather than bitter.  It’s something that won’t fit in a keg, bottle, or can, it’s advised you don’t shake it, and it will hopefully be 0% ABV for its first 21 years.  That something is our first child.

Indeed, we’re about to become parents!  While Nicole has been eating for two I’ve been busy upholding my end of the bargain by drinking for three (the horrors of fatherhood!).  As we are such lovers of quaffable libations, we decided to the contrary of conventional wisdom; we’ve not decreased our number of new brewery visits, we’ve increased our visits.  In fact, we’ve brewery-hopped pretty much every weekend since discovering our impending offspring.  How else could we put together this clever little photography project we concocted?  NOTE: before you call social services, I remind you I said that I’m drinking for three; no beer for Nicole.

First, I’ll quickly get you up to speed; we’ve written about many of breweries since discovering Nicole’s pregnancy but weren’t yet prepared to make our grand announcement.  So, I’ve retroactively posted them below.  Once we get to breweries I haven’t yet posted about, I’ll provide a short blurb.

Catching Up

New Breweries

Storm Peak Brewing Co. is a welcome addition to Ski Town, USA (AKA Steamboat Springs).  The off-the-beaten-path resort town has made due with Mahogany Ridge Brewery & Grill for far too long.  Not to say Mahogany Ridge isn’t a decent enough brewery but Steamboat has often billed itself as the anti-Vail—down-to-earth, inclusive, and free of pretension.  Mahogany Ridge’s name alone evokes a certain hoity-toity characteristic, calling to mind a greasy executive’s high-polished corner office, thus undermining Steamboat’s image of cowboy culture.  The addition of Storm Peak, a less-touristy operation in an industrial building on the outskirts of town, harkens back to that storied, genuinely Western past.  Storm Peak is decorated sparsely save for a few old-school pieces of ski memorabilia adorning the wall and is the kind of place in which the lovable losers of an 80’s ski comedy would plot their hijinks against the snobby, turtle-necked, European developers who seek to raze the locally-run youth center and build a multimillion dollar condo complex. 

Granted, I haven’t written about Tommyknocker Brewery recently but it was, in fact, among the first breweries we profiled when starting this blog.  Click here for a blast from the past.    

We visited Declaration Brewing on one of its soft openings.  It’s a brewery practiced in the art of juxtaposition.  The warehouse surroundings suggest a biker bar or otherwise slummy watering hole may await drinkers at Declaration’s address but the artfully painted exterior and vast biergarten quickly dispel that assumption.  Far from a cheap-o dive, it’s apparent that the proprietors of Declaration began their business venture with a sizeable chunk of money.  It’s a massive building (even if only a portion of it is customer space) with many and diverse decorative flairs such as a beer menu printed on skateboards, outdoor lighting encased in beer mugs, the ubiquitous Edison bulbs hung above the bar, and lots and lots of reclaimed wood.  Try their Belgian table beer for a classic take on session beer.

Unlike Declaration, we didn’t go to Ratio Beerworks on their soft opening; we went there on the grand opening and, as such, were crammed in there like nine of Kevin James’ relatives in an eight-man gondola.  You can’t get an accurate bead on how good or bad a brewery may be when constantly dodging elbows and slipping between people sideways, trying to squeeze through the crowd and grimacing every time asses and crotches inadvertently rub against each other.  From what I saw, though, it seems a decent place, a worthy addition to the jam-packed River North brewer scene.  It’s got the much sought-after barrel-roof, lots of garage doors, a moderately-sized outdoor space, and a few notable conversation pieces such as the theatre marquee-style beer menu hoisted high above.  Smart and simple detail: they designate one area of the bar for walk-up orders, meaning those who are already seated at the bar need not worry about other customers barging in between.  Plus, it ensures fairness of service; if five people walk up to the bar in five different spots, it’s impossible for the bartender to tell who was the first to arrive.  Having everybody line up in the same spot, however, makes the task much easier.

And, yes, we realize we got some of the math wrong in that photo.  It was crowded, we were distracted, and sometimes we just aren't good with numbers. 

I’ll let my beer blogging colleague The Beer Drifter tell you about Factotum Brewhouse; I can’t describe it better than he (click here).

We’re at Week 16 and still have plenty more to go!  Stay tuned for more updates.



When first I found I was pregnant, I wanted to incorporate brewery visits as often as possible. A weekly baby-bump picture at a brewery seemed appropriate. It was weird at first, taking pictures in front of breweries where any stranger on the street could see our big news, while our family and friends were still in the dark. My fear was that someone we knew might see us. Well, that fear became a reality at Storm Peak Brewing Co. After taking my picture and ordering a beer, Chris and I sat down with the chalkboard laying out on the table for all to see only to realize Chris' mom and sister were sitting a mere three feet away from us!  Coincidentally, they happened to be at the same place at the same time. I quickly whisked the chalkboard away, hiding it in the car. Our secret was safe!  Our planned surprise announcement: intact.

Now that I can't actually consume those delicious brews, I've begun noticing other things about breweries.  For one, I'm discovering one of my favorite non-alcoholic beverages to be root beer, especially fresh-brewed root beer. However, very few breweries actually make their own. My hope for the future of this photography project is to find a few more that do. Secondly, I love breweries with food trucks or at least snacks of their own. It gets boring watching Chris enjoy his beer as I sit drinking water (or root beer, if available). If I have something to snack on, I enjoy my time a little more. 

It's been fun coming up with the sayings for our weekly chalkboard. But, um, I wish I could draw a little better. My crafting skills lie elsewhere (e.g. knitting). 

With about 24 more weeks to go, there's a lot more brewery visits ahead. Luckily, there are so many great new breweries opening in the Denver-Metro area as well as a few that have been open for a while that we haven't yet had a chance to visit.  This will be one epic series of photos!