555 Reviews
Roy Rogers rode a Palomino; Trigger was known as “the smartest horse in the movies”. But when it comes to smart horses, “A horse is a horse, of course, of course, And no one can talk to a horse of course. That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mister Ed.”...
Could this session brew name be a reference to RA leaving The Ports before dark? Or a 60’s acid flashback? It did remind me of the Beatles 1965 song of the same name. * But the brew can pic certainly implies an afternoon outdoor outing, ending up in the evening back...
The cerveceras and banderleros at Broadhead have whipped up a light Mexican lager with lime for us and in a stroke of marketing genius and brew naming creativity seldom seen they have named it......Mexican Lager with Lime. I guess they had to save some money from...
It’s not The Oar anymore, it’s Lamorna in Residence at The Oar. * As far as I’m concerned, I don’t care who’s living in the upstairs apartment, as long as the menu has a brew or two that are new to you know who. The food menu is updated too, with some high falutin’...
A summer stout? So it is. The barn raisers, field grazers and navel gazers at Quayle’s have offered up an ice cream dessert stout, sweet. And this one sounds as Canadian as a Stanley Cup drought. Maple syrup jacks up any flap jack, and cold coffee sounds like the...
If you thought a cowbell light was part of Farmer’s Steve’s living room décor, you are correct. But this review isn’t about his taste in furnishings, which some would call 80’s yard sale ranch kitsch. It's about Cowbell Brewing’s Standard, their light lager....
It’s another defining moment in the history of COMDB. Touchy: someone who is easily offended, upset, or irritated. Could the cranky old men be described as touchy? If touchy means a very low tolerance for idiots than guilty as charged. But way back in the day we all...
JT may think rough stock is a Nasdaq loser, but Farmer Steve knows better. As for me, I’m no good at ropin’, ridin’ or romance but this ain’t my first rodeo. * Way back in the day I worked in Northern BC and there was a rodeo every weekend, complete with a beer tent...
Summer time and it’s party shorts weather. I reach for my sunglasses to intercept the blinding bright light reflecting from my fish belly white legs. But have no fear, a farmer’s tan is on the horizon. In the meantime, my midday East of the sun location has created an...
Many times I’ve been on the lake at last light, and if I didn’t wet the net then often the catch of the day was the adult beverage I indulged in when back on “dry” land. As far as ugly pikes go, they wouldn’t be a “cast” member on my reality fishing show. Too big, too...