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The emaciated gentlemen on the can Is, I assume, an 18th century porter in the flesh, or not as the case may be. Long gone, but certainly not forgotten by the master malters and millers at Muddy York who have brewed this porter as a tribute to those porters and dock...
From the nether lands that is The Netherlands and into my sampling stein comes a kumquat Tripel * from Rotterdam like no other. Which is probably a good thing for us COM because when it comes to Tripels we’ve had their number. We deep sixed a Lake of the Woods...
After travelling with Collective Arts from Peak to Peak it was time to head for the Summit, but the view was so nice what started as a peak became a stare. Sounds like another Summit Series to me, some peak competition so to speak. Here’s hoping for a similar...
Fun facts about the Little Apple. It takes me two hours to get there but only one hour to get home. The Path is 18 miles long and I’ll walk all of those miles at least once before I ask for directions.* And when you’re walking the downtown streets no matter which way...
According to Breakwall “The Lock Tender, much like the Brewer, is a solitary folk.” They use words like “curmudgeonly” and of “stern demeanor” to describe the aforementioned lock tender/brewer persona. Interestingly enough, the Lock Tender on the can has more than a...
“Leann Folláin” sounds like a Galway girl to me, with raven black hair and eyes of blue. But the Carlow crew tell us that it’s actually a Gaelic phrase for “wholesome stout”. * O’Hara’s Irish Nitro Stout was oh so good, I thought to myself would their Extra be too...
I first saw Blue Rodeo in 91, I think it was in Sudbury. Great band, huge in Canada. But like many great Canadian bands they never got the international recognition they deserved.* I think the music world could use a little more Canada too. Enter Jim Cuddy Red...
As the new year begins I find myself in the dark again. Asking myself why anyone would brew a dark IPA and why I'm drinking one. Roasted malts and juicy hops, strange bedfellows indeed. * But those Lake of Bay brewers know their Ps and Qs (pints and quarts) and they...
Back in the day midnight was the midpoint of our New Year’s Eve celebrations and libations. These days it's Scattegories with the grandkids then one and done to fuel the sheer fortitude required to stay up until midnight. So picking my New Year’s eve brewski was a...
The COMDB Translation Department did a sombrero dance around this one and came up with El Camino meaning “the Path” or “the way”. Is it the path to follow or Frost’s road less travelled. I know when I’m in Toronto I always get lost in The Path * and that shortcut to a...