Attending a wedding reception and I have been designated the designated driver, perhaps due to past performances at similar events? So, it’s one and done for me. Meanwhile the Department of Morality is into the rum and colas like Hunter S Thompson on a visit to San Juan.*
The bar has a limited selection when it comes to a brew for discerning tastes like my own, but a stalwart Muskoka standard catches my eye. They have really been pushing their ISA Detour so time for me to take a pull.
There is no class in a plastic glass, so it’s a one man out of the can band playing tonight. An icy cold brew, check. Thirsty reviewer, check. Touching speeches of love forever, check. Bride’s mother’s hilarious faux pas in her speech (she meant to say she needed a stiff drink), check. F-bombing Minister? You heard me right. Enough fuddle duddle to make the elder Trudeau blush, check.** Tears and cheers, check. Prime rib buffet, check.
Looks like all the elements are in place for a classic reception roast and toast of the newlyweds. Close friends who had been sworn to silent secrecy for past transgressions for decades have no problem spilling the beans tonight in front of 120 casual acquaintances, raging and aging relatives.
As for this brew, I think its icy coldness shot it from honourable mention to super suds status. Tasty fruit and fizz, some hops in there but all subdued as you would expect from a session IPA. The fizz was there until the end of the last rambling inebriated adlibbed and heartfelt speech. Talk about staying power. Very refreshing and different in a good way. Might be a nice way for IPA rookies to try out the big leagues with no pine bough slap in the face to deal with.
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