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Fat Tire Oasis at DEN
One frigid February morning, I stood with freezing feet in ill-advised loafers on the slushy ramp outside of the last string of the B concourse at the relatively new Denver International Airport. It was bleak out there, amongst the Mesa Airlines Beech 1900s, as I took pictures of a preflight inspection for a training module…
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Buffalo Gold
If you count by semesters, I graduated from college early. If you count by the calendar date, I was five months late. In terms of craft beer in Boulder, Colorado, however, I graduated right on time. I ordered a pony keg of Buffalo Gold from the Boulder Beer Company for our graduation party along with…
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Post-(Apo)Calypso Cascades
I needed the mountains like oxygen…ironic, since I was already more than a mile high in Denver on that fateful Friday. My heart, already heavy from the loss of Anthony Bourdain that morning, didn’t know even worse news lay ahead: My former brother-in-law, still family, would also count that day as his last. We wound…
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12 Degree & Bluegrass
The June evening still felt warm around the edges as we turned onto Main Street in Louisville (don’t call it “Loo-ee-ville,” BTW). Finding a parking space was deceptively easy that Colorado night, given the normal state of affairs, and a good thing. We had friends playing bluegrass on the front stoop of 12° Brewing. After…
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G&T On The Burj
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Taj in India Kitchen
Returning home from travel, we come back mostly to things that we find comfortable and familiar. The foods, the scenery, the air, even the bed that we know best, to which our bodies have adapted, often over the course of years, if not decades–or a lifetime. What we call “exotic” is really the unfamiliar, the…
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Only In Boulder: Asher Green
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Blue Moon Requiem
“I couldn’t believe it was true…no I couldn’t believe it was true.” Until I saw for my own eyes the bright blue Blue Moon neon sign in the tap room of the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado. I unashamedly call Coors my favorite of the mega brewers, simply because of the family’s commitment to Colorado.…
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Colorado Native
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Blue Moon & Mandarin
My plane was late landing in Nashville, and they couldn’t find me the right rental car. Gone midnight by the time I made it to the Gaylord Massif otherwise known as Opryland–a hotel so far bigger than necessary that it surely encompassed its own zip code–along with a strangely enormous human terranium inside. I’d had…