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| The diner we ate breakfast at on our way out to Golden. I ordered a big ole plate of french toast, used up more than my share of butter and doused the triangles or sweetened goodness with an alarming amount of syrup. Of
course, when I saw the mammoth meal of beef and assorted breakfast sides Donnie ordered, I did have a quiver of doubt run down my spine. |
Golden, Colorado. The huge complex of buildings in the middle of town is responsible for Coors Light. |
No fresher Coors sold, just across the street from the brewery. Of course, there's that pesky Bud to contend with... |
CULTURE BREEDS TASTE |
The Kenny Rogers look alike overseeing all Coors production. |
Hops or something were grown or something in those tanks behind us. |
Banquet Beer-Barians |
Hulk Hands aint got nothing on the marketing arm of Coors Light |
In case you forgot what they brew here |
All tour I harped on the lack of Mark Harmon pictures. It wasn't until we got our hands on some free samples did Mark reveal himself and his chest hair to us. |
Let the record show Donnetta is drinking ZIMA. ZOWEE!
(Of course, the record also shows some Coors Non-Alcoholic beer topped off the tallies on Donnie's and mine drinking records) |
At a Sinclair gas station, we got some gas and tall boys for our trip up the mountain to Buffalo Bill's grave | 
Keep off the buffalo! |
Do you want to leave your mark on this world? | 
With table decorations like this, everything at the little diner at the top of the mountain made sense... even the chef: |
