1746 Reviews
Hey Woodhouse, what’s with the pink can? It stands out on the shelf that’s for sure, but is it a standout brew? I seem to recall JT reviewed a pink canned wheat a ways back that didn’t stand the test of taste at the time. But this is a pale ale, and Nordic no less....
By the graphics on the can this seems to be a golf themed brew but I wasn’t familiar with the concept of “two putt” so I had to look it up. It seems that some golfers, I assume professionals, once they get their golf ball on the green, only take two putts to get it in...
In the Niagara region the farming is fruit trees and vines. We aren’t talking about hauling up carrots and toting taters. More like picking peaches and grapes and then sampling a Pinot Noir or a Cabernet Franc after a day in the field. And citrus is so FLA, not at...
Shillow certainly keeps us on our toes. Could this be another case of mistaken identity? * The first clue that something was askew was a “Strong Beer” designation for a 5% ABV. ** A label typo, no biggie, explainable. The first physical evidence we see is the pour....
Right up front, I am not a man for all saisons,* but I do respect the genre. I give every brew a fair shake, which sometimes leads to a messy pour but so be it. I am a Gateway fan, and had sampled and enjoyed a previous GC saison, so who knows, maybe another saison of...
De Nada, sounds like Spanish to me. A call out to the COMDB translation department was in order. They quickly responded with “Your welcome” which seemed premature to me since they hadn’t provided me with a translation therefore, I hadn’t even said thank you yet. When...
Once upon a time green was the colour of envy (Invidia), one of the seven deadly sins. These days green is a virtue, saving the planet is of course a good thing for all who live in it or on it. We are in a world where the saved need savin’ too and what were once vices...
Grinding but not shining through one of those days that feels like a week of daze. But as the day winds up and I wind down it’s time for a stroll down Saulter Street for a beer, and it’s about bloody time. The folks at Saulter are as clear as can be on the can about...
Watching a battle of the birds, the Jays, and the Orioles. After our bird boys in blue tied it up early, the wheels fell off and the game was gone to the birds, the orange and black birds that is. Farmer Steve said “bad time for a slump”. Most days it’s a bad day for...
It was around 1990 that my parents started wintering in Florida, a Sebring seniors sanctuary, trailers with no wheels. I don’t remember getting a ransom note in those block cut out letters from Florida demanding a substantial payment for the return of my parents. But...