Cave-aged IPAs? It's not doctor recommended, kid tested or mother approved. Most brew hoarders go by the “eeny, meeny, miny, moe; if it's hoppy, let it go” mantra–thus, they only age high-alcohol beers. And we're sure there's some scientific sense in that. But we also know that there are exceptions to every rule, so we stuck hop-heavy beers in our makeshift beer cellar. Talk about testing our resolve! Just imagine: You make a beer run, scoop up a frosty cold bomber of your favorite high-grade hoppy strong ale, only to file it away like a dusty library book.
In my home city of Las Cruces, a decent cup of coffee is hard to come by. I usually have to buy beans in Burque and then wait until the weekend for my husband to make me some. I could drag my ass to the one good coffee house in town (actually in Mesilla), but it’s a 30-minute drive down the mountain into the valley, past four Starbucks, a craphole that always burns its beans and countless gas stations that offer a blend of the aforementioned choices. For this reason, I adore Albuquerque and its many brewed options.