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Jimi’s baby stayed in a red house over yonder, but Jimi had a plan B, if his baby didn’t love him he knew her sister would. Taylor told us that loving him was red, burning red, a tragic tale of a love so perfect it was destined to fail. * But the Red Rocker in...
The fine folks at Refined Fool Brewing set a great example for all of us, by not just presenting a problem but also offering a tenable solution. The problem statement, or in modern business vernacular “the challenge” is “How to pretend you’re a normal human family”....
Les Brasseurs RJ hail from the cosmopolitan city and fashion capital of Canada, Montréal. So, it seems only fitting (catch the pun there)* that their master brewer, like a fashion designer, has created what they call their liquid masterpiece, Robe Noire. Je parle un...
A blustery day at the cottage, too windy to fish, and with the sideways rain the boathouse gazebo was a no go. After trying unsuccessfully to keep the grandkids from fighting with a day of card, dice and bored * games I was down to my last nerve and it was stretched...
After Bavaria left us in a Holland-daze we are back in Europe again for another kick at the beer can. This time in Germany although still not Bavaria. * It’s a Bitburger to go, hold the cheese please,** and no I don’t want the meal deal, just the beer thanks. And this...
Breaking news! Lake of Bays (Baysville) and Sawdust City (Gravenhurst) are merging, along with Merit Brewing (Hamilton) in what will become one of the top ten brewers in the province. OK, maybe not as exciting as Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce secretly getting married...
We usually review craft brews although occasionally we have ventured onto the dark side. That being big box brewer brews. And although we find in general the beers of mass consumption often lacking, as the old saying goes, even a blind squirrel can find a nut once in...
Last night I checked the cottage beer fridge for an evening IPA, an end of a scorcher of a day refresher, and grabbed a Bavarian 8.6 IPA. Sounded like just the ticket, and the extra 27ml of international bonus beer is almost all times appreciated. My Editor is...
The Department of Morality calls the grand kids li’l angels. I wouldn’t go so far as to call them li’l heathens (like my Grandparents used to call us) but there are a couple of slightly tarnished halos in the mix. Maybe li’l rascals might be a reasonable compromise....
Nice patio dinner with the missus, then out on the lake and wetted the net, yep caught me a fat bass-terd or two, then a moonlight cruise. Only one thing left on my to do list to do today, that’s right, quaff me a cold one on the boathouse. But after all the fancy...