Colorado Breweries: Left Hand Brewing Co.

Colorado Breweries: Left Hand Brewing Co.

I live in an apartment within the city limits of Denver. Fresh hops are about as close to my mind as horseback riding in the nude when I’m putting together a brew recipe.  In fact, I’ve never had the opportunity to even get my hands on fresh-grown hops until very recently. A good friend of mine asked me to pick up some hops on her behalf from her place of work while she was out of town so we could brew a batch of beer. What started as a quick pick up, turned into a fun little afternoon at Left Hand Brewing Company in Longmont. I view it as proof that adventure will seek out those who are open to it.

I got to the taproom around 3 pm on a Friday afternoon. Walking into the building, I felt immediately at home. The taproom gave the feel of a smaller brewery just scaled up in size. The interior was decorated with plenty of wood and a beautiful bar stretching along 2/3 of the building. The swinging doors to the restrooms gave a distinct Wild West feeling that made me want to put on my sheriff badge and spurs. Unlike other brewery’s I’ve been to, they had a digital board showing the beers on tap. It rotated between the menu and then each individual beer giving a description, ABV and any other important information.

I got up to the bar. It was surprisingly busy for 3 pm on a Friday. I mean, Fridays are busy normally, but I assumed it would be in the evening. I chatted with one of the bartenders that knew my friend and found out they had Wake Up Dead on cask. I’m not sure if everyone reading this is aware, but Wake Up Dead on its own is awesome, but I had never seen it on cask. I FUCKING ORDERED THAT SHIT UP.  After a few sips, I determined this was the smoothest thing I had ever put in my mouth. Dick jokes aside, it was truly delicious.

Eventually, I was introduced to one of the brewers and led to the back of the brewery. There were hop plants all along the back fences next to the fermenting tanks. These were plants used to get fresh hops for one of the their harvest ales, and for whatever reason, weren’t being utilized this year. This is where I came in. I thought I was picking up a bag of pre-picked hops, but instead I was handed a bag, given a crash course in what kind of hops I should be looking for and was cut loose to pick them myself. I dove into that bush harder than any other bush I’ve encountered, human or otherwise.

After 20 minutes of intense picking, I felt like I had enough for a batch of beer. I went back into the bar and continued to enjoy my delicious Wake Up Dead. The bag of hops at my side raised no questions and simply provided wafts of hop aroma while I enjoyed my beer and made new friends. Moral of the story: sometimes you don’t need to seek adventure, it will seek you. And always order Wake Up Dead on cask or you’re an idiot.

An open mind and a few beers can make anywhere an adventure.

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Samuel Sly
Written by Samuel Sly

Homeboy seemingly came out of nowhere. Michigan? Colorado? Truth be told, no one knows where this motherfucker came from. Rumor has it he dwells in Denver and drinks ram piss.

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