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Her name was Elizabeth and I fell in love with her whilst sitting right across the table from my wife.

Here’s how it happened:
After spending a miserable day making our way through airport security and a DEElightful flight on Screaming Baby Airlines we finally found our way to the downtown Denver hotel where we had booked rooms for the Great American Beer Festival.  I was ready for a beer and I knew where to go.

As any beer lover knows no visit to the Mile High City is complete without a stop at Falling Rock. This famous good beer bar doesn’t have the most taps in the nation – although they do have a lot – but they do have some of the best beers available flowing. That plus a staff and clientele very knowledgeable in beer makes any stop there very rewarding.

I hit the hops bombs hard – Green Flash IPA, Pliny the Elder and an Avery IPA on cask (my knees still go weak at the memory of that one) all passed through my eager lips. After some pool in the basement our party, which consisted of me, my wife, her son and his wife who’d flown in from Tacoma to meet us, settled in at a table on the front patio and ordered some burgers.

After eating and with my palate crying from mercy from the hops I wanted a change of pace. But what could stand up to that line up of beers? I picked through the beer list and didn’t see anything that could do the job.

Elizabeth was waiting for my order and asked what I thought I wanted.

“I don’t know; I’m feeling something Belgian.”

“Platypus from Avery,” she said without hesitation. “It’s not on the list but it’s a soured…”

I didn’t let her finish, “That’s the one. You had me at Avery.”

And it was perfect. For those few moments while sipping the perfectly tart brew I was in love with Elizabeth. I mean, when a woman knows you that well…

My wife understood. She knows me even better that Elizabeth.

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