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Editor’s Note: A happy hour review, by our intrepid craftmeister RA. That means you get two for one. Two reviews in one that is. A twofer. You get the idea. Review 1: White Tulip. RA: Smells skanky, tastes worse. I’m gonna have to pour it out and try something...
At Clear Lake Brewery answering the dinner bell and you may be surprised to learn that I didn’t have a beer with dinner. I did however have a beer for dessert. After a hearty healthy helping of crispy chicken sandwich I partook in a pint of lactose laden draft dessert...
Out for dinner with Farmer Steve to his favourite Italian restaurant. It must have been an auspicious occasion because despite his reputation for being as tight as a superglued clam, to his credit he paid the tab. Even the waitress was shocked, she said sometimes he...
A malevolent monster from the murky mire has risen to extract it’s vengeance on humanity. The octopus like creature is up in arms about something. This winged denizen of the deeps with eyes burning red like boiling blood, will take it’s toll on any human foolish...
Singha, the golden lion.* Not to be confused with Sinha, the lion stout, or the Golden Ale, or the golden ticket, or The Golden Child** for that matter. This golden lion is the original Thai beer, brewed since 1933, a pale lager that received Royal assent. I sampled...
Some relatives are better than others. I was visiting my brother in-law recently after surviving dry February, when he presented me with some samples from his recent visit to Farm league Brewing. Who doesn’t like a relative that greets you with some new, cold brews?...
Album covers used to have some great artwork back in the day. An album cover* was 1 foot square and there was some room to ruminate. Today it seems like there is more artwork on beer cans than in the local museum. Looks like this Nickel Brook beer can wizard is no...
I remember the record store downtown, House of Sounds. Rows and rows of albums. Boxing day was when all the big sales were on. I would have my paper route money and any money I got from Christmas and head down to buy as many albums as I could. Sometimes an album that...
My old buddy JT participated in dry February. * The first 27 days were hell but I’m guessing at midnight on the 28th he probably popped a top and proposed a toast “Thank god it’s not a leap year”. Last night we toasted to a Damp March with a couple of cold craft...
I can think of one Pacific dream, how about Vancouver Canuck fans hoping for a Pacific Division playoff run. May the odds be ever in your favour. This year even a Hunger Game pledge has a better chance of survival! * Stockyards has different pacific dreams in mind...