553 Reviews
Where is our beloved New Ontario bear? A missing bear is no laughing matter. And what's so funny? Why is this paddle laughing? Is it because I am in a Cracked Canoe? Or because I am about to tip my canoe trying to paddle with three kegs of Muskoka Cream Ale in it?...
The heat of the day has faded away like my resolve, time for the 7% solution. Farmer Steve tells me that he loves Dab beer, a little Dab will do ya he says. I guess bright minds drink alike. How about a Maibock. I asked our translation department at COMDB to tackle...
Another beer of the month club selection, Spunky Monkey Smash is apparently named after a mini-putt in Smith Falls? I was out golfing the other day, hacking and slashing my way down the course, back and forth like a sailboat tacking against a strong wind. Someone with...
My old buddy Fonger got all excited when he heard I was reviewing sweet grass. I guess he was thinking of something other than this golden ale. Maybe he was thinking of Sweet Leaf (you introduced me to my mind) from the golden age of grass and his rocking the Black...
I gave Collective Arts a tune up a while ago for not featuring more Canadian artists on their cans. This one is from Montreal so it looks like they heard me. Consumer activism in action! Danica Olders from Montreal is doing her best Picasso interpretation, I think?...
Sitting on the deck of Dalvay by the Sea * on Prince Edward Island in search of sea beacons and sipping this nice blonde local ale is the best way to spend your holiday. Fresh and crisp with a bit of a hoppy after taste, just the way I like it.
The Department of Morality (the missus) hands me a couple packages of steak for the BBQ. I look at the price and ask her if she really wants me to sear these suckers, she usually doesn’t trust me with such a prime cut. She tells me she is busy and I have to. How would...
North meets South. Norwegian hops meet New Zealand hops. As far as North of New Zealand goes, that narrows it down to 192 countries and everyone in the world except for some penguins freezing their asses off in Antarctica*. The can depicts what I think are the...
Due to my keen deductive reasoning (spidey sense), and since this is an Italian style pilsner, I surmised that the word Figo is Italian and it turns out I am correct. Apparently Figo is Italian for “cool”.* My Figo poured clear and light golden with wisps of white...
I remember going to school and all the cool kids wearing jeans and my mother would make me wear those baggy rust coloured corduroy pants because they were warmer and lasted longer. I suspect she also had ulterior motives and was hoping I wouldn’t fall into the cool...