I failed. It’s. It’s not so bad.
I meant to catch a beer at the Tailor and the Cook. I arrived about an hour too late. Ohps.
So now I’m at someplace I think is called the Green Onion. Why did I stop there? Well, Utica is not on the road to awesome so when you’re here, you take what you get. On a Thursday night at midnight, this is what I got. It looked like some hipster-esque peeps were outside. Being a Denverite, I usually find that hipsters = good dive bars.
As far as good beer goes, this place seems to be a nice little late night oasis lacking in under age drinkers. It can’t be all bad since the Duchess is on tap, right? They seem to have a pretty decent selection on tap: Ommegang, Utica Club, Dogfish Head, Green Flash…and a few others that I haven’t tried. There’s a Dale’s Pale Ale sign on the wall next to an Ithaca Beer Co sign. There some odd pictures and other things hanging on the walls (a blow fish blown up, alligator head, a 12 point deer head, and Tiffany lamps). The bartenders seem pretty friendly and can apparently make a pretty damn good Old Fashioned.
There’s even a bottle/bomber list that’s pretty good. Some one here actually likes good beer and variety. As I’m writing that last sentence, I see a Pliny the Elder bottle on a shelf with a bunch of other beer bottles and books. Maybe this place is better than I think.
I think it’s probably better than you think too.
Tonight is another Denver Cruiser Ride night. I am dressed in my finest white trash trailer park clothes with rollers, shower cap, and racially different babies in tow. If you didn’t guess, that’s the theme. Now that I’m out of work, I’m sitting at The Interstate Bar waiting for Phillip (aka the best partner in crime for me ever that is totally platonic) drinking a Utica Club and munching on deviled eggs and a pulled pork slider.
If you’ve never had a Utica Club, well…you’re not missing much. It’s a NY state thing that stays mostly upstate, aka Central New York (CNY). So to find it in Denver, almost 2000 miles away from the city (Utica) that had the 4th worst municipal water in the United States at one time, feels like a hug from a stranger in an elevator.
I’m drinking it mostly for the novelty tonight. It speaks to me of bonfires, trucks, and lots of laughter. It is brewed by The West End Brewing Company in Utica, NY. Their mascots are Schultz and Dooley, beer steins of a German and an Irishman thus showing the influence of these immigrants to the area. On the can it says, “First beer sold in the United States after prohibition”. From all my memory, I count this as true since the brewery survived that horrible period by making soda instead. Don’t trust me on that. I did the tour once when I was 5 years old and then at 25. This beer has been in my memory since day one. Even though its not exceptional by any means, it’s one I will drink with very fond memories.