(Editor's Note: This is the latest installment of a new series in which I take content from the outline of a recent dream and flesh it out with fiction, hence the title. Rest assured, there is nothing but offices and ice machines in the Steamworks basement. For now.)
Every time
I approach Durango I’m curious what the mix of familiar/new will look like.
Steamworks Brewing Company might be the ultimate microcosm of this phenomenon.
On my last
visit, I came across Jeff Baker, who was both.
He’d moved
to Denver some time ago having hung up the general-manager skates of the East
Second Ave. brewpub. There he was, though, running the place again, and perhaps
he was most proud of the refurbished basement, which had been notorious even
pre-renovation.
I can’t
recall on which day of the week he invited me down for a tour, but the
construction of an entire corridor proved far from the only thing that
surprised me. In fact I couldn’t even process my surprise before the
temperature of new wing widened my eyes.
