At 10 p.m., when the drunken revelers began stumbling out of the Colorado Convention Center, a woman grabbed her crotch and started twerking. Her partner in crime lunged as consumers, most of whom were already weaving, futilely attempted to stay out of his path. And so went night two of the Great American Beer Festival, where extreme IPAs, inflated courage and ramped up testosterone collide. If there was any sort of reprieve from the crowds (and theatrics) in the roaring halls, it was in the farm-to-table pavilion, where local chefs, including Frank Bonanno, Alex Seidel, Kelly Liken, Lon Symensma and Kelly Whitaker, paired up with some killer brewers, giving foodniks and craft-beer nerds an opportunity to sample small bites and suds sans long lines. I was there to capture the highlights, which are plastered on the following pages.
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