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St.Thomas, the Railway City, has seen a few boxcars in it’s heyday. More than 100 rail cars a day used to travel through the St.Thomas station including the locomotive that hit and killed poor Jumbo the elephant! Does it seem ironic only to me that the most famous...
Arrivederci dry Feb, we’re ushering in an extra dry March with an extra dry pilsner after an extra day February. An upholder of the Bavarian Purty Laws, this Friesisches Brauhaus offering is straight from Jever, Germany* to my glass via Brooklyn New York. From the...
Cheers to Leap Years, an extra day is hard to come by, so I hope you made the most of yours. I sure did. I had a beer. If I have calculated correctly that means I will drink at least one more beer this year than last year. On the other hand, for those like JT...
Quick, it’s double time, a Double IPA from Willibald that is. The COMDB translation department took this challenge on with relish and other assorted condiments, during their lunch hour, most likely because their employment agreement stipulates being paid double time...
It must suck to be Goliath. Getting a slingshot to the noggin and then getting your head cut off with your own sword is bad enough, but for time immemorial you are known as a loser, getting your ass kicked by a kid. And documented in the most read book of all time.*...
Another trip around the sun, getting older but trying not to get old. It’s comforting to know I’ll never be as old as Farmer Steve or the Editor’s jokes.* My favourite son must have visited the B-day gift register because he gave me… you guessed it, beer. That’s my...
How about these brew names; Return to Nothingness, Midnight Kills, Born to Die, and Dead Don’t Die (which seems contradictory to the previous beer name). Wow, some pretty morose monikers from these Third Moon guys. Maybe it’s just a phase they’re going through?* Me on...
A sour wheat beer, this could well be the worst of both worlds. But it’s a Lock Street brew, of Dalhousie docks fame. The proud purveyor of Portside Pilsner, the seaside supplier of Seafarer Scottish suds and the bayside brewer of Black Sail. A great brewer taking on...
Some have surmised my love of amber is directly related to an old flame. Unrequited long lost love. Fond reminiscing of what could have been but never was. Broken heart on my tear drenched sleeve without reprieve. Nope, I just love the taste. But I must admit when I...
When I have the pleasure of visiting a taproom like the Ports, or similar establishments, I’m usually a flight risk, so I try to order one and done. But this Flight doesn’t seem risky at all. Another US offering, this time a light shorty from the oldest brewer in the...