1704 Reviews
Part of Muskoka’s Big World Small batch series, this one is greetings from Argentina. I’ve been to a lot of places in the world but Argentina isn’t one of them, and to be honest, it’s not on the kick the bucket list either. Let’s see, what’s Argentina famous for? I...
Brewed in the North…. at South River? I guess North is a relative term, South River is South of a lot of places I have worked and lived. But if you are from the little apple and Algonquin Park sounds like a far North adventure in igloo country, then you may just...
After a bad experience with a zingless no hops IPA of the English variety, I thought I would get right back on that horse so to speak, but this time with a highflying hefty IBU Quebec brassy IPA. Viva la difference! I am assuming kick ass even before trying this brew...
On my armchair tour of Europe again, this time to the bonny old England, brilliant. There are lots of urban myths and legends about IPA’s but it is generally agreed that they originated from the UK. So I was looking forward to this IPA , “Crafted in the Heart of...
I’m not much for roughing it now, but back in the day we did some camp ground quaffing, resulting in a few cross-border escapades. Happy hour in A-Bay *when the Canadian dollar was still paper and worth as much as it’s US counterpart. Can crushing, bar hopping and...
What time is it? Game time! And whose playing in the final for winter’s favourite sport? Two of our favourite winter destinations, Florida and Vegas, of course. And once again the house wins. The hits and the referee’s glaucoma were the two main themes of the...
I remember a friend of mine from the UK quoting Winston Churchill who said “Soccer is a gentleman’s game played by hooligans, and rugby is a hooligan’s game played by gentlemen“. I was never quite sure exactly what that quote meant but it seemed fitting to open this...
First game of the cup final and it’s Vegas baby, and the house always wins. The Department of Morality has the AC cranked, and my basement lazy boy and big screen is in a deep freeze, so I have the faux fire blazing. Summertime hockey, so why not a by the fire...
Just like ol’ Robert Cray, I was warned about this suicide blonde, that her sweet’s gone sour.* Yes, the game was afoot**, this miss was amiss, this brew was askew. What the hell am I talking about you must be thinking.*** This innocent ale, so labelled as a blonde,...
Collingwood’s cross-eyed Clifford look-a-like canine, and a high-flying feline that appears to have been into the cat-nip, grace the can of this session IPA. Why, you may well ask? It so happens that this brew is supporting their local Humane Society. We could all use...