Airing of Grievances!
Well, it is the Festivus season. Yeah, I guess this could be a Christmas post, or, I guess this could be a Samhain post, but, given the fact that last time I celebrated Samhain I was called into the principal’s office (something about kids pretending to light themselves on fire to celebrating the coming dark times), I think I’ll stick to Festivus.
And what better way to celebrate Festivus than by attending the Denver Beer Festivus? The missus bought us VIP tickets for Christma…er, (the holidays?) and we spent a pleasant Saturday afternoon braving Über (pleasantly affordable! Let me know if you need a code!) to get there are back.
In all honesty, Festivus was pretty awesome, but in true Festivus form, here are my grievances:
- There was no Festivus pole at Festivus.
It’s like celebrating Hanukkah without a menorah. Like Christmas without a drunken uncle. Do better next time, people. Special props though for Mad Lib postcards. Uh, apologies in advance to my friends who might get a card in the mail. I wrote them towards the end of the evening, and they were only a dollar. - Politicians.
Can we not see past party lines for the greater good? Assholes. Seriously, I love how you continue to waste my money yet do nothing for me. That goes for both sides of the aisle. My anger is bipartisan, unlike the schmoes who vote down party lines regardless of the issues. Oh, and please stop trying to fix things like you “fixed” the US education system. #TheSystemHasFailed - Breweries not bringing their A game!
In fairness, 95% did, and they were awesome! But, it was kinda sad to see those who could have done better in Festivus bring their backup beers. (You know who you were. Yeah, you brought stuff that is available year round in all liquor stores. Shame on you. Especially as “bigger name” breweries.) To clarify: it wasn’t the little guys; they showcased their hearts out, and did an awesome job doing so. It was tough picking out the best of the evening, but in no particular order:
Former Future, TRVE brewing, Copper Kettle and Vine St. Pub for their Imperial Stouts. Wow. This is a great winter for imperial stouts. Suck it, everywhere but Denver!
StrangeCraft Beer Company’s Gingerbread Brown
Caution: Brewing’s Bourbon Barrel Toaster Bat
Prost Brewing’s Dopplebock (what do you mean there wasn’t any dopplebock being served?! Uhh…) - The douchebag who left this card instead of an actual tip (although I appreciate the humor):
- Awesome collaborations when I’m out of town!
To Fiction Beer Co: You should have checked with my schedule before releasing a Donut Bourbon Porter fermented with Maple Syrup. (Collaboration with Glazed and Confused.) I’m leaving on the 20th of December, and that’s when your collaboration takes place.What’s that? You open at noon? Hmm…I guess my bus doesn’t leave until 1, so maybe this has a happy ending after all. - The fact that my cat eats the dog food, then craps all over the place.
Seriously man. You’re old. You have old cat cat food. Eat that, not the dog food. And for THE LOVE OF GOD USE YOUR LITTER BOX! - Notre Dame football.
Get rid of Brian Kelly already. You can’t f*cking lose to Northwestern. Ever. Or L’ulville. Or Arizona State. Or Tulsa. Or Navy. Or USF. RUN THE DAMN BALL! - The fact that I can’t remember who brewed the Galaxy/El Dorado IPA. Damn, that was good, and I didn’t write it down. If you’re reading this, let me know. Then send me a sixtel. Please.
- The fact that autocorrect wants to autocorrect sixtel. Learn your units of beer measurement!
New Years’ Revolution
As the new year dawns, we tend to think about ways we can improve ourselves, either by exercise, or eating better, or some other such nonsense. I say, “screw that!” Let’s turn the world upside down with some revolutionary thinking! What kind of thinking? The absolutely genius kind, of course.
To that end, I have two pretty genius ideas that I’m willing to share with you. Know that by continuing to read, you acknowledge that the ideas contained herein are my intellectual property, and, at the very least, you should acknowledge my awesomeness when you steal adapt my ideas for your personal gain.
Ready? OK. My first idea is:
Suds.
Do you hate going to the laundromat? I sure do. You sit and wait, often for hours on end, listening to the screaming kids, the thwopping noise coming from the dryer, and oh my God is that some random pair of tightie-whities? Nobody needs that. However, if you were to be able to enjoy a nice stout while your BVDs rotated through the spin cycle, well, that would be even better. Worried about customers paying in quarters? Use a card system. The only problem will be deciding whether or not to pay for the extra rinse on your pants or to order another pilsner.
(Apparently Casey from Station 26 Brewing tells me that such a place already exists. I dunno. I’ve found Laundry Cafés and Laundry Bars, but not Laundry Breweries. Suds Brothers, however, does exist, but I don’t think that they dabble in detergents.)
Do you find it strange how CrossFit gyms seem to open up right next to breweries? (Maybe it’s the other way around, I don’t judge.) Anyway, wouldn’t it make sense to kind of combine the two together into one megaplex of awesomeness? Yes. My second idea:
Glutes
Hear me out. After busting out a deadlift PR or finally hitting that 36 inch box jump, you want to reward yourself with a tasty Dunkelweizen.(Deadlift Dunkel – eh? It practically writes itself!) Yes, I know the Paleo-CrossFitter types might not agree, but they can go enjoy a tepid glass of milk. (Free-range, of course.)
Why go through the hassle of looking for a brewery to celebrate, when you can just cross over to the bar and toast with your fellow lifters! Aren’t really into weightlifting, but want to cheer your friend on? You can do so without feeling out of place, like at so many of those CrossFit gyms where outsiders aren’t welcome. Glutes will be for all. If you really want to branch out and think “outside the box”, then you can make it a Gluten-Free Brewery.
Boom. Glutes is now a play on words, in more way than one.
Yes, I know there are logistical issues, like people maybe hitting the brewery first then trying for a snatch PR, but I’m just the idea guy. We’ll let the legal department figure it out. Maybe you have an ID card that works for both places that tracks time. I dunno, I don’t want to spend too much time on the details. With a monthly membership good for one free beer per visit, it’s sure to bring up everyone’s PR.
What do you think?
River North Anniversary Party!
“It was pandemonium!”
Well, things got a little crazy these past few weeks, which is a shame, because we’ve gone tons to tell you. Metric tons! Anyway, I thought I should actually blog something useful, so the missus and I decided to attend River North Brewing’s 1st anniversary party.
Oh yeah, I took this gig very seriously.
I broke out my bowtie, and this nifty little notebook. You can’t help but realize that a man wearing a bowtie and writing into a pink notebook with little roses means business.
Anyway, back to the party. I love River North. They’re my kind of nerds. Beer nerds. Math nerds. Enginerds. Math nerds and Enginerds who brew great beer.We showed up at about 5 o’clock, and the place was more than bumpin’. It was packed. The barrel room was loaded with your average assortment of hipsters, dudes with mohawks, Nick from TRVE Brewing, and everyone in between. A regular crowd, I suppose, for downtown Denver.
We started with (of course) a glass of the Anniversary Ale. The Belgian yeast left the ale pretty smooth, and we couldn’t believe that it was 12.5% ABV. (Note: As of this publishing, there are very few bottles left.)
“It was an amazingly easy drinker,” said the missus. Ten minutes later, we agreed that it was indeed 12.5%. Still, it was delicious nonetheless. Around this time we headed back over to the barrel room, where we found an older couple looking for a lost leather jacket. More on them later.
In addition, I saw something pretty interesting aging in a barrel…I had a picture of it, but I figured since RNB hasn’t announced what it was yet, it wouldn’t be cool of me to show the picture. Needless to say, we were intrigued.
Next up was the Barrel Reserve. The Barrel Reserve is a combination of their Quandry quadrupel (9.6% abv), J. Marie Saison (7.5% abv) and their black IPA, Hello Darkness (6.2% abv) aged in a bourbon barrel. Heaven in a glass. The missus says in a year of aging, it will really be special. I tend to agree with her. (Note #2: Barrel Reserve will be available in bottles this upcoming weekend!)
At this point we decided to pony back over to the bar to gather some intel. I introduced myself to Nikki (taking a guess on the spelling – apologies if I got it wrong. I guess I’m not as professional as I thought.) I told her I was an algebra teacher, she said she figured, because of the bowtie. Score another point for the bowtie. Not only is it an attention-grabber, but it lets people know that I mean business. Math business.
Anyway, she points out that it was absolute chaos in the taproom for quite a while. “Our sales record was beat in 2 hours.” Based on the crowd we saw that night, we were not surprised.
On Velocity vs. Speed: “Velocity.”
We then spoke with Matt and Jess Hess, the owners of River North. Matt is a former Lockheed chemist, and Jess is a vet. Based on their beers, my wife and I decided that they made a good career switch. We then spoke with Grant’s mother. Grant is a bartender at River North, and she offered me some of her wings. After initially refusing for fear of getting myself ridiculously dirty, I threw caution to the wind and decided to join in. They were awesome! Crispy on the outside, juicy and tender on the inside.
We’re making friends! And on a happy note, the man looking for his lost leather jacked found it. Everyone wins!
After leaving with a bottle of the anniversary ale, we decided a good time was had by all. Definitely one of my favorite places to stop when I’m in the city…now I need more excuses to be in the city on a regular basis.