The next step of our Colorado Brewery Tour happened on a total whim. Little Whitney (cute brunette on the left a few pictures down) was visiting from Kansas and wanted to buy her dad a mug from Coors Brewery. On the way out of Coors, someone commented on how huge the Coors compound was, and I brought up the "second largest brewery in Golden," the Golden City Brewery.
Mom made a frantic U-turn of sorts, and we found our place - right next to the little health food store in Golden. Despite the freezing temperatures, there were people sitting outside, all nicely bundled up, huddling around the fire and drinking microbrews (with a baby, I might add - again, sounding much like our beloved June Lake).
Staff: awesome. Beer: awesomer (okay Blogger, I know awesomer isn't a word. Stop auto-correcting my intentional idiocracy (also not officially a word)).
The brewery had the wonderful homey, local feel that we've all come to expect from our local microbreweries. The beer garden with Christmas lights, families around a fire, and co-eds smoking hand rolled cigarettes (that Mommasita confused for reeefferrrrr), made it an ever better experience. Plus, it's semi-hard to find, and $5 a pint, so you really feel like you earned your beer.
Love.
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| I asked this guy his name, and repeated it to myself 3 times, like you're supposed to. His name is Matt. Or Mike. It's NOT Jeff or Bob. Fur sure. |
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| Whitney and me, staying warmish, by totally chugging our beers (kidding, but it was our third technical beer stop of the day). |
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| "Are you taking a photo of me?!?! Don't take a photo of me. Seriously, I'm your mother, don't take a photo of me." "okay mom. Taking a photo of you AND posting it on my blog for the world to see" "love you." |
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| Every business should have kegs of beer and a red wall. Oh, hey! They have that... |
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| Hard place to find. Helps if you look for a huge kettle. |
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| Front door view. Very neighborhood. Literally in a neighborhood. |
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