After Factotum Brewhouse, we sauntered on toward Diebolt Brewing for another beverage to help alleviate our dry tongues. But before we went to roost at Diebolt we made a detour to a little pizza joint around the corner called Deep Dish or Die and my low carb diet to a hard spill into a hungry volcano.
The open and friendly ambiance of the establishment slapped me silly a little considering the Northside of Denver used to be one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Denver. The pizza was OK – Chicago Style pie, but nothing to write home about. Pizza is a type of food I feel confident in my ability to judge it’s devourability and I wasn’t all that impressed. But our time there was speckled with rampant, hyper-sapiosexual date conversation and the staff was very engaging and friendly. Good folks. Fine service. Fun times. Reasonably priced drinks. My stomach was bulging from all the pizza and beer, and the food coma was about to set in. All and all it was worth the stop. Don’t know if I would do it again, however.
In our severely-overfed state of being, we finally got down our the Diebolt Brewing for a nightcap and good measure. The day drinking had turned into night and night had evolved into a relatively early bedtime or fooling around. I would like to think this is how my life will always flow when in search of tasty drinks and hip spots for The Denver Hopper. But the likelihood of that prospect falls dead even as I type this sentence. And Diebolt happened to be a glorious stop as we neared collapse.
The bar was well lit and far more popular than the Factotum. People seemed happy and less reserved or pretentious. The menu shined like a beacon of hope out into the dark (see blurry picture below). I asked the gentleman for a taste of the French Ale they had on tap. He described it as light, floral and kind of weak. I laughed in part because it seemed like a dis on the French, but in fact, it wasn’t. He just accurately expressed what it was like to drink that beer. Does that make me a racist to immediately associate stereotypes of French People with the French Ale? I sure hope not. Either way, it was worth drinking and I would have ordered it, but their IPA beckoned my call.
I decided on the Greenback IPA before I gave the place a look around. We strolled through the building where you can walk right up to all of their equipment and put your nasty hands all over it. We didn’t, but it was definitely interesting to have such an open environment that gave the impression of a Mom and Pap type place. Warm. Inviting.
The beer was good and our souls began winding down for the night. Diebolt Brewing is a must. From the atmosphere to alcohol, I am now a fan. The drinks were reasonable and I’ll be back as soon as that girl wants to get weird again. The Rockies fireworks rounded off the night as we sat on her roof, surprisingly drunk, watching good ol’ Americana being celebrated with explosives made in China. In the end, it was a solid day of sex, beer, and Denver Hopping my way to a good night sleep. Enjoy. Cheers.
Diebolt Brewing
Website: dieboltbrewing.com
Address: 3855 Mariposa St. Denver, CO 80211
