The word North is like the word Mother-in-law. No, not icy and cold, what I mean is it’s a relative term. If you live in the US of Eh, then Canada is the Great White North. 80% of Canadians would call anything North of Winnipeg the boondocks. * I’ve worked in the aforementioned “boondocks” quite a bit over the years, although our friends in Cambridge Bay would consider my “Northern” job sites to be the balmy South. **
The moon and North star were the high lights of the evening.
Enter the North Star, not from the boondocks, but from the Burdocks out of the sunny South GTA. Any astrologist will tell you your fortune and charge you a pretty penny for it. But it will take an astronomer to tell you that the North Star. also know as Polaris, is one of the brightest star in the sky and the knob of the handle of the little dipper. As opposed to our Editor, who is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, and the knob of this website.***
Enough social studies, science and insults. It’s time to see if this North Star scores stellar or in the cellar.
A light golden star bright pour with the great white North of a head in tow. Malt and some spice on the nose, saison reminis-scent. It starts off with a full mouthfeel and malt lager sweet with some spice too. It quickly evolves into a flavourful malt with some classic pils crisp on the finish. The spices are very subtle and come and go. Toward the bottom of the glass some backend bitters make a minor showing. A classic pils with a bit of extra flavour that’s appreciated.
The North Star was the high light of the evening.
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