Monday, October 13, 2025

Fort Collins Oktoberfest Taste Test

One girl. One city. Ten Märzens.


2021 Zwei Oktoberfest. This was the first time I wore this hat. And the last - I left it at Zwei, never to be seen again.

I learned the hard way that Oktoberfest is not for drinking in October. You might get lucky and find some, but your favorite brewery might also be sold out already because their limited-run falltime nectar got slurped up during the September Oktoberfest rush and there were nary but dregs left for the latecomers mere weeks later.

So, this year, I was ready. I made a list of my favorite local breweries. I noted their Oktoberfest release dates. And over the course of several September weekends, I did it.

I conducted my Unofficial Official Fort Collins Oktoberfest Taste Test Tour: One woman’s subjective journey to identify the Oktoberfest most pleasing to her palate. The weather was beautiful. The beer was delicious. And, sadly, because I ordered before my husband on most occasions, my ale photos are lacking in head.

Without further ado, here it is — my Fort Collins Oktoberfest Taste Test.

Me and hubsband at Odell’s on the first night of the taste test tour.

I didn’t get every brewery. I didn’t use a specific scoring rubric. I just drank beer and wrote down what I thought. Please also note, my ratings here are going to be misleading. 5/5 is “everything I ever dreamed of and hoped for in an amber lager aged for six sweet months - the pinnacle of perfection as dictated by my tastebuds’ unique preferences”. So, very scientific.

Let’s go.

Beer 1: Oktoberfest — Odell Brewing Co.

Rating: 3/5

One star deduction for each of the following: Lack of bready sweetness, too hoppy.

Description:

Crisp and flavorful. Malty, bitter, and a bit boozy. Definitely hop-heavy, but not too bitter, with a hint of charred oak. Nice caramelization and balance. I knew this one would be good. I’ve had it before.

Aside:

Again, let me say: A three doesn’t mean I didn’t like it. I took my first crispy golden sip and said “oooh yeah. YUM. that’s good stuff.” This was also a very informative trip to Odell’s. I learned that we drink amber ales/Märzens for Oktoberfest in America basically because it’s the throwback German ale. Apparently, at Real Oktoberfest, they’re drinking a much lighter ale these days, but Americans are like “WE WANT THE RETRO STUFF!” Which I think is cute.

I also learned that Monday night is a dope time to go to Odell’s. Nobody’s there and we had the whole biergarten to ourselves.

Beer 2: Octoberfest — CooperSmith’s Old Town Brew Pub

Rating: 2/5

One star deduction for each of the following: Thin body, lack of warmth, metallic bitterness.

Description:

Bright and appley. Lightly bready with a somewhat metallic, bitter finish. Too bright, but with caramelization that lends to a caramel apple effect. Deeper, maltier flavors develop as the drink warms, but the bitterness increases over time, too.

Aside:

CooperSmith’s has solid brews, but I go there more for the food. They used to have this green tea beer called “P.Y.T.” on tap that I LOVED but it gave me wicked acid reflux, so I stopped going. This was definitely my least favorite oktoberfest of the season, but by no means a bad beer all-up. Also, our server was so nice.

Beer 3: Oktoberfest — Breckenridge Brewery

Rating: 4/5

Practically perfect. One star deduction for still not being as bready as I prefer.

Description:

Sweet and honey-forward. Nice and malty, though still not as bready as I ultimately prefer. Warm yet not boozy — still crisp and light. Wonderful balance of bitter and sweet, malty and hoppy, crisp and warm. Extremely well-rounded flavor profile. This beer is pretty dang close to perfection. Was really looking forward to trying this one, as I’ve enjoyed several of Breckenridge’s brews, but hadn’t had their Oktoberfest.

Aside:

This was the only beer in the lineup that I did not have on draft. We showed up, excited that Oktoberfest was on the “currently pouring” list only to find the taproom had already blown through their current inventory and were waiting for a fresh shipment.

Seeing the depth of our disappointment, the wonderful tap-tender offered us a 6-pack of bottled Oktoberfest from the fridge half-off, so we took him up on this offer and consumed our Breckenridge refreshment at home, poured into frosted glasses.

Hate to have broken the pattern on this one, but it had to be done. And I still have 3 more bottles in the fridge which I can safely enjoy without rushing now that it’s October.

Beer 4: Oktoberfest — Verboten Brewing

Rating: 4/5

One star deduction because I WANT IT TO TASTE LIKE BREAD.

Description:

Sweet, warm, and hefty. Velvety smooth mouthfeel, with medium maltiness. It’s not super bready, but not hop-heavy, either. Lightly bitter toastiness with a lingering booziness. Perfect carbonation and the most gorgeous color. Almost perfect, but a little boozier than I was expecting. This was maybe my most-anticipated sip of September. Verboten has blown my socks off many a time, and I couldn’t wait to taste their Märzen because I knew it would be a top contender for sheer flavor.

Aside:

We actually drank this beer at Verboten Loveland vs Verboten North, because they released it earlier. I would assume it’s the same beer as the one served in FoCo, though. And, if you want some (right now), it appears to already be gone in FoCo, but still on tap in Loveland. So, get thee to Verboten. I have never had a beer that didn’t impress me from these guys.

Beer 5: Oktoberfest — Mythmaker Brewing

Rating: 3/5

One star deduction for each of the following: Lack of richness, lack of breadiness.

Description:

Dry and mellow with a sweet nose. Smooth malts. Lightly hoppy with a mild yeast flavor and medium body. Crisp and light gold, like fall leaves. Actually kind of reminds me of PBR, which I love.

Aside:

Mythmaker is the closest brewery to our house and the owners are the loveliest people! They also have a pumpkin spice beer and a pickle beer on tap right now which are both killer.

Beer 6: Festbier — Gilded Goat

Rating: 4/5

One star deduction for lack of sweetness and depth.

Description:

On the first sip, I thought, “yes! The breadiness I’ve been seeking!” Toasty malts with no sweetness, yet a nice, clear yeasty note. Pretty much exactly what I want in a lager. Hefty but not boozy, smooth and crisp and incredibly drinkable. Has a dry, bitter finish, but not in a sharp way. However, I did find it lacking in depth and warmth on the palate and ultimately not as satisfying as I first imagined it would be, in terms of Oktoberfests. If I were comparing to a standard lager, this reminds me of a Narangansett, which I love. Warms up to a deeper flavor which I enjoyed - might actually be better served at a higher temp.

Aside:

I LOVE Gilded Goat. Gilded Goat is in my top 3 favorite FoCo breweries, and I’ve had their Festbier after a long hike before and it really hit the spot. Their Frumpy Moo Moo is my favorite milk stout, maybe ever, and they have an incredible seasonal IPA called “Brew Spruce.”

As for the beer, Brian didn’t love this one, but I thought it was incredible. It still didn’t *quite* hit exactly the chord my tastebuds were looking for in terms of My Dream Oktoberfest, but I have nothing bad to say about it.

Also, apparently, Festbier is what they call the lighter-colored, lower-alcohol beer they’re serving in modern Oktoberfest festivals in Germany. While this brew is named Festbier, it does seem to follow in the more traditional Märzen style. There was a lot of Googling beer styles and names and traditions during this beer-drinking journey.

Beer 8: OKTOBERFEST Fest Märzen — Zwei Brewing

Rating: 5/5

Description:

THIS IS THE ONE! The one I’ve been waiting for. Bready up front with soft caramel depth and a sweetness. Supremely smooth and malty with a fizzy honey note. Just the right dash of bitterness for balance, with no harshness. Gentle carbonation level exactly to my taste. Good warmth and body without being boozy. The hops are complementing and balancing the malt-forwardness I love so much. Didn’t get a good head on my glass, which was disappointing, but this is the perfect oktoberfest.

Aside:

This was a predictable win. If you know me, you know I will sing the praises of Zwei all day every day. Their brewers have hands-down the most finesse and make the most balanced German beers with incredible depth of flavor and clean, crisp drinkability. I don’t know all the right beer terms, all I know is this team hits it out of the park every time. Sure, the locale lacks a little ambience. But if you want the BEST beer, especially the best GERMAN style beer? This is the way.

I also enjoyed that the official name of the beer on the tap list covers all the bases.

Beer 9: Märzen — Prost

Rating: 3/5

One star deduction for each of the following: metallic harshness, lack of breadiness.

Description:

Malty nose, with a slight harsh metallic taste. Sweetness with a bit of hoppy bitterness. A darker, toasty, roasty flavor with strong caramelization. Very drinkable carbonation level. A little bitter for my preference, but a really solid oktoberfest.

Aside:

I think this was actually Brian’s favorite. I think there’s a bit of a rivalry in town as to who’s the better German brewery, Zwei or Prost. My preference is Zwei, but lots of folks prefer Prost. Prost has a really nice dunkel that we both enjoy, and I also had a nice crispy kolsch from them recently too!

Beer 10: Oktoberfest — Stodgy Brewing Co

Rating: 4/5

One star deduction because ya girl wants. more. breadiness.

Description:

Crisp and imminently drinkable. caramel apple crispness with soft bitterness on the palate. Light and dry body with bold, oaky flavor. Great malts that deepen as the drink warms. This was definitely the “oakiest” one I had this season, and yes I know there is no oak involved.

Aside:

I lost my Galaxy Smart Ring at Stodgy and I was actually there to look for it with a metal detector borrowed from a friend. Embarrassing. I ordered a half-pour as a consolation prize when my missing technology did not turn up, and the sweet man behind the bar gave it to me on the house. That made it taste even sweeter.

Beer 11: Waves of Disdain — Purpose Brewing

Rating: 5/5

Description:

Milky/lactose nose (we asked, no lactose), velvety and impeccably balanced and smooth. Warm malts with a sweet crispness but no standout primary or secondary flavors, just incredibly smooth, smooth, smooth. Lingering straw flavor hints of the great outdoors on a fall day.

Aside:

Whoops, I said ten beers, didn’t I. This one was never supposed to be on the list.

Purpose is a super-micro brewery that specializes in experimental beers, and as such was not on the original Oktoberfest Taste Test list. When Brian said, “I wonder if Purpose has an oktoberfest?” I said “I doubt it - they probably look upon the rush of breweries all brewing the same amber lager with disdain. But let’s look up their tap list.”

WE DIED when we saw they did, indeed, have an amber on tap named Waves of Disdain. It was incredible. It was hilarious. Also, we were drunk. My notes may seem lackluster because I could not think anything except the word “delicioussss.”

Conclusion: Winners of Best FoCo Oktoberfest

First Place:

Zwei. This was a given.

Second Place:

Purpose. This was a dark horse. I didn’t even plan to go here. But my lord, was that a great amber.

Third Place:

A tie between Gilded Goat and Breckenridge. I’d drink both of those all day long.

Non-local honorable mentions:

We went to Mayor of Old Town to see if they had any other local festbiers on tap. We wound up trying these two. The bartender said the Lawson’s is the best Oktoberfest he’s ever had, and I think I might have to agree.

Lawson’s (Vermont)

Rating: 5/5

Description:

Immediately bready, super crisp. Rich and light at the same time. Light sweetness super well rounded malts and depth of flavor. Well balanced aftertaste with no lingering harsh bitterness. Clean and crushable. Exactly what Oktoberfest should be.

Hofbrau (Germany)

Rating: 3/5

Description:

So crisp. So German. So refreshing. Hoppy and bright. Super delicious, just not what I’m looking for in a beer called “Oktoberfest,” though it an actual German beer brewed specifically for Oktoberfest!

Anyway, Prost, y’all! Get out there and drink some beer.

Sunday, August 31, 2025

Plot? Characters? Conflict? HOW!?

How do people come up with this stuff? Honestly? 

I made the decision to work through this textbook and I've not gotten very far. There are seven exercises at the end of chapter one. My last two posts were exercises three and four:

  • Exercise three: Write a short paragraph outlining the conflict between two characters. Then write the crisis scene for this conflict, a scene in which one of the characters “changes his/her mind,” or realizes something, understands something not understood before, moves from one emotional state to its opposite. Make sure the internal change is shown in, or triggered by, an external action.
  • Exercise four: Write a short story that is a short story in exactly 100 words. Notice that if you’re going to manage a conflict, crisis, and resolution in this short compass, you’ll have to introduce the conflict immediately.
Exercise four took four times as long as exercise three. Partly because it's so short. Partly because it took me ages to figure out exactly what the conflict, crisis, and resolution were in concrete terms even once I had a topic in mind. Partly because my entire personality as a writer is setting the scene, apparently.


Anyway, I hated it. The next exercise is to write a short story under five pages where the protagonist seems weaker than their opposing forces, but they have one balancing strength that leads them to triumph.


The problem is, where do the characters come from? Where does the plot come from? Let me paint an atmospheric picture all day, but when it comes time to populate it and pull the little puppet strings... where does that stuff come from? I don't have a shop full of puppets and play scripts rattling around up here.


I wanted to tackle the next exercise while I'm here at the library — I can't write at home, my laptop died. But, I finished the final 45 words of Talia (last week's library time netted me 55 words), read the next prompt and promptly wanted to exit the building. I figure at least if I can't bring myself to write more fiction, I could at least write a blog post and complain about the whole thing.


So here we are. I need this textbook to tell me where these ideas are supposed to come from. I'd really like to say, "Well, I completed 5 out of 7, that's not bad. Time for the next chapter!" But the whole point of this is to really challenge myself and to actually practice things I'm not good at. So I'M GOING TO DO ALL OF IT.


Or eventually give up out of dread and the misery of self-imposed pressure.

The conflict? Me vs. me, trying to create something out of nothing. The crisis? Facing this next textbook exercise. The resolution? TBD.


Ghostwriting


The backspace key has a distinctly shameful sound, whether you’ve noticed or not. 
Talia has. Her middle finger salutes her idiocy again as Talia taps another useless paragraph into the void.

Clack-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack-clack. Talia remembers the train, and the passive progress of being carried.

Eyelids in slow motion, Talia leans back and lets muddled memories, impressions, and associations tunnel up and out her fingertips. Talia types.

The library closing announcement wakes her. She is ashamed. Ashamed she slept. Ashamed she didn't write anything. She moves to turn off the machine and freezes. On the screen: the best work she's ever done.

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Charles, Gary, and a Taste of Salt

Charles was desperate for a bite of popcorn shrimp. Salty, succulent, shrimp. 

He tried staring with the intensity of a thousand dogs. His owner looked away. He tried whining. His owner pretended not to hear. Finally, driven to desperation after seeing another precious shrimp disappear between his owner’s bearded lips, Charles committed the ultimate sin. He barked. And, for the first time in days (Charles was a good dog), Charles heard the hated word: “no.” 

“Lie down,” commanded Gary, in his sharpest, most authoritative voice. Gary believed pets, as a rule, shouldn’t have “people food,” and they certainly shouldn’t pester you while you’re eating. He watched as Charles slunk across the room, back to his bed in the corner. 

Gary almost didn’t notice the regular tapping of Charles’ nails on the hardwood, a sound he’d heard a thousand times. But the tapping paused, replaced by a skittering scrabble. Charles’s hips gave out and his rear end thumped on the floor. 

“Oh, Charles!” Gary gasped. 

Charles looked back at his master, his friend, embarrassed. He stood and finished the short journey. 

Gary was shaken. Charles was his only friend and such a good dog. He so rarely broke a rule. And, Gary had to face the truth: he also broke a rule. He always took meals in the kitchen, not the den. And he broke his own rule because he was too tired. His legs were too dang sore today to sit in the kitchen chairs. 

He wasn’t as resilient as he used to be. Neither, he realized, was Charles. If Gary could bend the rules for himself, why not for Charles. 

“Come here, boy,” Gary said, pulling a piece of popcorn shrimp from the red-striped cup. Charles looked up, his eyes jumping from the shrimp to his master and back. He rose, but remained standing in his bed. 

“It’s all right, Charles,” Gary crooned, “you’re a good boy, and we both deserve a break. Come and get a little shrimp, friend. Matter of fact, I think you deserve two.” Gary held a breaded shrimp between his fingers and extended his hand toward Charles. His eyes began to moisten. 

Charles saw the tears forming, and smelled the growing sadness (although it was harder to detect than usual, due to the popcorn shrimp). 

It was the grief that drew him to his master. He padded, slowly, to Gary’s knee, pausing with his face a respectful distance from the shrimp. But, when he sat, he was surprised to find his owner gazing deeply into his eyes, and offering the treat — there could be no mistake — bringing it to his very lips. 

Tenderly, Charles took the shrimp, and, if a dog can savor, that’s exactly what he did.