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Why “beans and suds,” you ask?

I’ll tell you why.

I live in Boulder, Colorado. It’s a lovely little hamlet “nestled somewhere between reality and the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.” It’s true and I did not make up that quote. Boulder is often voted among the happiest, healthiest cities in the US, and was named 2010’s “foodiest town” by Bon Appetit magazine, so we’ve got that going for us, which is nice.

Boulder boasts over 300 days of sunshine a year, and is home to many professional and amateur athletes, college students, artists, writers, musicians, prairie dogs, amazingly fit octogenarians, bad drivers, and the rest of us, who come here to enjoy the weather, the mountains, the outdoors, the attractions,  the food, and the drink….

…..which brings us back to “beans and suds.”

I am kind of addicted to coffee. I say “kind of” because I can and have gone without, but I love it. I love to drink it, I love to use it as an excuse to hang out with a friend for an hour or two, I used to wonder what people do for hours in coffee shops…no longer. I could go on.  I’ve been to a lot of different coffee shops in town. They all have something to offer and, like snowflakes, no two are alike.  One day I went to a coffee shop not in my usual rotation and I thought to myself “I wonder how many coffee shops there are in this town (a quick internet search names 105, but I think there might be more)…..I think I’ll try them all.”

Not in one day, of course.

(talented baristas in this town can do cool stuff like this with the foam)

And since I am fairly opinionated, maybe I should share my opinions with other people who love coffee (or tea), so they can find the coffee shop just right for them…or give them a reason to try a new one.

So here we are. “beans,” as in coffee beans.

That’s great, but I also like to enjoy a cold adult beverage on occasion…who says the blog has to be limited to coffee? There are quite a few taverns in this town as well, many of which I frequented when I attended CU (and not since….some of them are no longer…RIP Tulagi…and some simply do not cater to my…umm…demographic.) There is certainly something for everyone.

And I like happy hour.

It’s short and sweet, and the damage is kept to a minimum most of the time. Also, I am from Massachusetts where legislation banned happy hour statewide in 1984, well before I was of age to take advantage of these precious late afternoon hours. So happy hour is kind of magical for me…like it’s something forbidden, something bad or a little naughty…something awesome.  Not surprisingly, I have opinions on Boulder’s happy hours as well. And I will share them here.

Now you have “suds.”

(note the mountains in the background match the mountains on the can….)

I don’t always drink beer at happy hour, but I thought it was a pretty catchy name….actually my bestie suggested it to me and I liked it.

“beans and suds”…. I hope you like it, too!