You enter the store and wait through the excruciating line, the fog of early morning clouding your eyes. You get to the counter and place your order, saying, “I’ll take a grande, nonfat, Porter with a side of vanilla.”
It may not be Starbucks, but Phase Three Brewing Company, in Lake Zurich, Illinois, is brewing a series of beers that blur the line between coffee shop and brewery. Maple. Vanilla. Chocolate. Hazelnut. Coffee. Each is incredible on its own, but when brewed into a beer, they can become amazing if approached correctly. Phase Three is remarkable, and is fighting its way into your glass.
I write this next sentence sincerely: Weezer is one of the most divisive bands of our lifetimes. Two prevailing opinions dominate the discussion and show what kind of Weezer fan you are: the early stuff is the best, or Weezer is just hitting their stride. Whatever side you’re on, here is the definitive guide to what you should drink when enjoying Weezer.
With the enormous multitude of breweries in California, not including some of our other states in the Pacific region, it comes as no surprise this was a hard list to compile. Our staff reached back into its collective memory to …
Sure, you might have noticed them, anyway. Their table is usually adorned in a rainbow flag, and they often wear shirts with rainbow-colored hop leafs.
But now? Now, the Denver Beer Queers have an official sign. Now you won’t be able to miss that they’re here, queer and drink lots of beer.
When I moved from Washington, D.C. to Denver this past summer, my goal was to leave behind the hamster wheel that is political journalism. But in doing so, I was forced to make a sacrifice I hadn’t prepared for: leaving behind my favorite hamburger joint (Fuddruckers), which does not have a presence in Colorado.
To be sure, there are plenty of burger proprietors in the Mile High City, but I loathe having to choose between a customizable patty, decent sides and a flavorful beer list—you know, with options that offer more than merely an alternate source of hydration to water. With the addition of Cherry Cricket’s new location across from Coors Field, my problem appears to have been solved.
Chances are, if you’re familiar with the craft beer scene, you’ve also aware of craft beer’s obsession with cats. Whether it be beer labels, mascots or social media profiles, cats have become a huge influence on the craft beer scene, and brewers and patrons seem all the happier for it. One of the primary catalysts leading this feline-focused movement is CatsOnTap.
I’m sure your Instagram game is top notch, but what if your hilarious captions were pitted directly against your friends in real time, rather than from the quiet solitary confinement of your iPhone? What if you could get real …
How do you manage the apps on your smartphone?
When I first approached this question, it seemed benign. Upon further conversation with others, I’ve learned that the question is anything but innocuous; in fact, it’s downright divisive. I’m talking “Hello, I’m a Mac. And I’m a PC” levels of loyalty here. While I’ve come to realize that there is no middle ground between the two camps (and that I’m, of course, some weird hybrid of the two; folders AND mutiple home screens for the win!) in my quest to discover which method is best, I’ve come across two of my new favorite time-wasters…I mean…apps.
Confession time: I had a different article planned for Awesomesauce this week, but after falling down the rabbit-hole that is the internet due to the above video this week, I have a new obsession: DACHSHUNDS!
Spurred in part by this, the other viral doggie video of the week, I clicked on YouTube for (what I thought was) a hot second, and proceeded to waste about three hours of my life watching the cute suckers. I’ve always had a thing for Corgis, and I do love me a Basset Hound, so we’re going to chalk it up to my love of short-legged dogs (and not my obsession with all things canine itself)…really, I swear that’s it!
One of the MANY reasons that I love Instagram as a medium is that the app allows you to tell a story with an image. Yeah, yeah, “a picture is worth 1,000 words” is inevitably running through your head right now, but let me explain.
We’ve finally reached that simultaneously magical and depressing time of year: lent. Mardi Gras is over, every fast food joint in town has advertisements for fish sandwiches on TV, and the awesome/dreadful daylight saving time adjustment is upon us (am I the only one who gets thrown off for a solid week or so when this happens?!)
So much for the awful; I always get excited this time of year, since I know that spring is just around the corner. Triggered by the first glimpse of the Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg advertisement on TV, sometime around mid-March (regardless of weather) I get a little excited for the pending season change, and here’s why:
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but according to every BuzzFeed Quiz I’ve ever taken, I’m something of an old soul. Seriously, I’m a fan of Blues Brother Ray Bans (no New Wayfarers for me….what is that anyway? They look tiny on your face!) pompadours, and Frankie Valli. I credit all of these loves to my awesome parents, who introduced me to Motown before I could talk, and if the popularity of Duffy, Amy Winehouse, and Adele in recent years is any indication, the rest of the world is finally jumping on the retro bandwagon too.
I think one of the absolute best things about being a person with a “grownup job” is that suddenly, when I take vacation time, I get paid not to work- it’s honestly one of my favorite things about being an adult (that, and the fact that I’m legally allowed to drink, and that no one tells me when to go to bed anymore…we’ve got a rebel over here folks!)
So, I know I’m down quite a bit on winter in the Midwest, but there are SOME upsides to the cold weather and short days. While I mentioned my all-time favorite around this time last year, there are still a few reasons why this season isn’t as bad as some (ahem, I) make it appear:
Ugh. It’s getting to be that time of year when I get depressed by the weather. For those of you who live in LA, or Florida, or somewhere else annoyingly sunny and perfect all the time, I know you have no idea what I mean. But, for those of us living in the Heart of it All in the midwest, January is “God, is winter EVER going to be over?” season.
The holidays have now come and gone, which for me means two things: 1) time to think about hitting the gym for about a hot second (then go back to Netflix marathons on my couch) AND 2) online shopping. Seriously, for most people, the end of Chistmahaunukwaanza means the end of shopping, but sometimes the best deals come after the holiday rush. Plus, with no crazy shoppers, everyone wins! My favorite thing to do is to hit the online sales after the big push is over to scope out some cool deals.
As we discussed in last week’s roundtable, Christmas music has a definitive place on the calendar. That being said, once we’re into “Christmas Music Season”, all bets are off. You can stake your life on the fact that “All I …
Ah, the holidays. That magical time of year when turkey, tree-trimming, and (if you’re a member of my family) inter-generational viewings of “The Hangover” abound! While many of us rejoice that we’ll have one and a half whole days in a row of Christmas Vacation where no one truly expects you to answer a work email (it’s sad that that makes me happy, but such is adult life) others (ahem, also me) are thrilled to have two whole days in a row to troll YouTube for funny videos and not feel guilty about it.
I was recently caught in a very embarrassing position; I was that girl in the next car over belting out a song that no one admits listening to (much less shouting at the top of one’s lungs on the freeway). To be fair, I’ve been that girl for a while now, but it’s only just recently occurred to me that I really shouldn’t care whether or not I get caught. Everyone has that playlist that they hope no one ever finds. Here’s mine: