pdub wrote: ↑Wed Aug 07, 2024 12:45 pm
Wait, is it Shilling Amber Ale?
Well, 90 Shilling, but yeah, an Amber Ale. And you were close.
From your assessment:
I’m not anti-big brewery, necessarily. In fact, Miller Lite is what I generally have on hand if I want a beer with dinner. (Very very rare).
I’ve long not enjoyed New Belgium products. Did originally enjoy me a Fat Tire.
Really has nothing to do with things being too popular. I’m not contrarian for contrarian’s sake. That said, hipster douche shit can go suck a cunt. Or something.
IPAs have always been wasted on me. I’ve tried enjoying them, as Colorado has so so many ‘good’ choices. I just don’t like the flavor, and never have, long before ironic beard boy (see:Ousdahl) and co. adopted them as the beer variety of choice for their ilk. I’ve always thought they tasted skunky, and were in a race to be the most skunk-like. If I wanted to taste weed, I’d just get high.
I don’t drink anything out of a green bottle (generally, minus Yuengling).
Stouts are ok, but hardly touch them. When I do, I usually have a nitro milk stout from Avery. That stuff is delicious.
Weldworks really made me laugh. I like that you remember details and probably googled Greeley breweries to reference that one. Or you’ve had it, the brewery has a decent following. That said, I refused to drink their stuff. When I first started driving Uber in the mornings before my other job at the time, one of my daily rides was the GM of the brewery at the time. He never tipped. So I said fuck you to his business. Seriously, never even tried one.
90 Shilling became a favorite while a season ticket holder for the Rapids. O’Dell’s was one of the primary sponsors of the club, and my favorite at the stadium, and it carried over.
Some runner’s up:
Avery Nitro Milk Stout (see comments above)
Boulevard Tank 7 (I can only ever drink one of these).
Oh, and for the record, I have an average of one alcoholic drink a month. I’ve been that way for over a decade. It’s just that sometimes I save those up for 4-6 months. I’d much rather eat an edible and drift into oblivion. Everything about that experience is more fun, as a rule.
But, a couple few times a year, I’ll end up in a bar in Lawrence thinking a 20 or 30 something has a kind eye for me. Sometimes I wish I drank a lot living here, but I don’t really like how I feel the next day(s). And, of course, having had a bout of pancreatitis last year, this is even more a no-no now. Still wish I got pancreatitis from being a heavy drinker. At least it would make sense that way.
And in my typical fashion, here’s a pictorial representation of my core thoughts, minus the rambling.