FACT: Coloradans love microbrews.
Since I turned 21 while living in Southern California... and since we bought our second house on freaking Wisteria Lane... I learned to drink a plethora of wine (would you say I have a plethora of pinatas? Sorry, I can't say the word "plethora" without referencing "Three Amigos") since there were a butt-load of vineyards and wineries. After I convinced El Jeffe (yes, I heart the Three Amigos, get over it.) to move to Colorado, we realized that the peeps here are serious about their brews. We have our Fat Tire, Breckenridge Avalanche, 1554, Hazed & Infused... and that's just the tip of the lushy iceberg. Yes, we also have the Coors Brewery out here, but nobody drinks that crap... I mean, it's not like we're a bunch of vatos watching a baseball game in Dodger Stadium. Yes, I just said that out loud.
Jeff and I struck a deal: he'd give coffee a second chance (he hated coffee) if I gave beer a second chance. Ah, it was magic in my mouth! Sweet, sweet beer... how could I have ever doubted you? We began to go on a microbrew frenzy! We toured all of the local breweries and drank to our liver's content. We tried a beer that had a cream soda taste to it, and for the life of us, we can't remember what it's called. We've searched high and low for this magical brew. Perhaps our memories were a bit fogged by its 12% alcohol content.