This past Friday marked the completion of my 29th orbit around the big, bright light in the sky. It is of course company policy that one receives the day off on this anniversary each year, therefore, the Lovely Miss Erin and I took the opportunity to enjoy Denver’s cultural and gastronomical offerings.
After breakfast, a cup of coffee, a few episodes of the Simpsons and the fielding of calls from well wishers, the first stop of our tour was the Denver Art Museum to bear witness to the Tutankhamun exhibition. While my interest in art history piques at the work generated between the 1850s to the 1970s, being in the presence of anything in the ballpark of 3,000 years old puts quite a bit into perspective. Modern technology and current advancements were rendered irrelevant at the abilities of the craftsmen, artists and patrons who created the work in front of us. Existential mumbo-jumbo aside, highlight of the exhibit is the narration in the video that precedes entry to the show, done by none other than Crystal Skull seeker Harrison Ford.
From the art museum, our tour continued on to the northern parts of this fair city. Prior to venturing on to the main event of the day, we stopped for sustenance at La Popular. Six red tamales were purchased for the more than reasonable price of $5.16. Reminiscent of my days in Firenze eating Doner Kebab and Gustapanino while wondering the city, five were consumed on the street post-haste like true Europeans leaving the soul survivor for a midnight snack.
Lo and behold, a stones throw from La Popular is the fine establishment know as Great Divide Brewing Company. After a day of unraveling the mysteries of mankind, walking across Denver and consuming delicious Mexican cuisine, it goes without saying that there was no better idea than to belly up to the bar and wet my whistle. Many of my fellow Denverites had the same idea as the tap room was packed to the brim. With a glass of Oak Aged Yeti (the single beer that ended my hesitancy towards drinking dark beers) in hand, we embarked on a brief tour (tour within a tour, how quaint) of the brewery. The aroma in the place alone was pure bliss. The brewery tour, similar to any other brewery tour, was sprinkled with facts about barrels produced along side of company history. However, I found myself distracted with envy of the achievements of the brew house, their shiny mash tun, countless oak aging barrels and those who get to earn a living brewing beer. Upon the termination of the tour within a tour, Miss Erin muscled our way to two seats at the bar where we enjoyed other offerings of theirs including Titian IPA, Hibernation Ale and Hercules Double IPA.
Our tour ended a solid eight hours after it commenced at a friend’s birthday party, getting lost along the way, to wish her well for the next year along with the consumption of the remaining tamale. An all around outstanding birthday.