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Quick, it’s double time, a Double IPA from Willibald that is. The COMDB translation department took this challenge on with relish and other assorted condiments, during their lunch hour, most likely because their employment agreement stipulates being paid double time...
It must suck to be Goliath. Getting a slingshot to the noggin and then getting your head cut off with your own sword is bad enough, but for time immemorial you are known as a loser, getting your ass kicked by a kid. And documented in the most read book of all time.*...
Another trip around the sun, getting older but trying not to get old. It’s comforting to know I’ll never be as old as Farmer Steve or the Editor’s jokes.* My favourite son must have visited the B-day gift register because he gave me… you guessed it, beer. That’s my...
How about these brew names; Return to Nothingness, Midnight Kills, Born to Die, and Dead Don’t Die (which seems contradictory to the previous beer name). Wow, some pretty morose monikers from these Third Moon guys. Maybe it’s just a phase they’re going through?* Me on...
Some have surmised my love of amber is directly related to an old flame. Unrequited long lost love. Fond reminiscing of what could have been but never was. Broken heart on my tear drenched sleeve without reprieve. Nope, I just love the taste. But I must admit when I...
Nick, Nora and I out on the town to down a Thin Man,* and that meant a visit to Beertown in downtown Hogtown. My man Sunny tells me to try their collab brew Trial by Muskrat. Which reminds me of that damn otter that keeps shitting on my dock, and I’m finding muskrat...
At a Hy steaks dinner, way out of my price range. Luckily the only thing I was paying was attention and compliments. Had a great chat with the bartender who once he discovered I was a beer reviewer (I told him in hopes of a freebie, no dice) asked me what has become a...
Rhymin’ Simon was keeping warm through a hazy shade of winter, while Nat King Cole was having some lazy hazy crazy summer days. Not to be outdone, Tori was in a spring induced haze.* Me, I’m hopping on board a Hazecraft which will hopefully lead to an out of this...
Crossing the border, this time literally. My mission, to achieve a New York state of mind by scoring some New York State brewskies. To achieve this crafty clandestine caper I have devised a foolproof cover. I have the misses and the grandkids in tow and the vehicle...
JT is travelling to try and take his mind off dry February. Across the pond, taking in the sites, “drinking” in the local culture so to speak, and counting the days. As for the rest of us, duty calls in the form of a well stocked beer fridge and a frosty brew or two....