553 Reviews
Plan A is history. Toast. The inedible kind that is too burnt to rescue with peanut butter. The Leafs are on their way to the links, licking their wounds and practicing their putts and pitches. Plan B is now the new Plan A, but the Oilers are on the brink of...
Coteau-du Lac, just west of Montreal, and home of Brasserie du Bois Blanc. They pay tribute to the Montreal Citadelle, a former fortress built in 1690 to defend the city from the English, with a Citra hop based NEIPA called Citradelle. See what they did there? Clever....
My old buddy RA donated this brew to the cause, so it seemed like a fitting quaff to pipe in a Monday night. Second Wedge tell us that this Scottish style brew is inspired by “the sounds of bag pipes practiced at the Uxbridge legion”. I have a bit of the Scotch in my...
From the smokestacks of Montreal to the Stacks of Sudbury. Time for some culture from the COMDB poet’s corner. My abs are with Waldo, no where to be seen, time for a light beer, my fitness routine. Stack’s tribute to the miners is what I picked, while I watch my...
COMDB are in the maison. The CIM convention in la belle Province to be precise, and quaffing a brew or deux with the Crownsmen dynamic duo.* Shout out to Jerrod and Rory and the whole MiningNow team. Montreal is doing it’s very best Vancouver impression. As the old...
Another visit to Fenelon Falls, home to Fenelon Falls and ….. and… let me think. Oh yea Fenelon Falls Brewing too. FFB says they are committed to “delivering one-of-a-kind experiences”. I remember going deep sea fishing once and we were all greener around the gills...
First of all, Frosty the Friendship Dragon looks about as friendly as Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion after a battle with the Night King.* As in not too. Then I got thinking about other frosties, Frosty the Snowman (magical), Jack Frost (mystical) David Frost...
How about those Leafs. Game 4 was déjà vu all over again. Third period, down but not out, broke but not broken, with the fat lady in the stands doing her “do re mi” warm ups. Things certainly looked dire. But just like old Bob Dylan used to say, when you ain’t got...
Hatch? A belated Easter review perhaps. You can’t be late for Easter, people will get cross.* This brew has hatched a scrawny plucked rooster with a comb already in place. Maybe the hatchery is near a hydro line or a nuclear power plant? Wrong, this brew is hatched...
We are Down on the farm* again, as in the Farm League, haulin’ ass to try to get into the big show. Haulin’ lager reminds me once again of the movie “Smokey and the Bandit”** and Jerry Reed haulin lager from Texarcana to Atlanta. We must have seen that flick 10 times...