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Crushable Kolsch

Crushable Kolsch

No umlaut in sight, this is a Midtown County Kolsch, as in Wellington’s county, that being Prince Edward. To earn the umlaut you need to be from Germany so they say, but no matter. Wellington can hold his own, he did OK at Waterloo didn’t he?* Back in the day a few of...

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Jacked and Juiced Celebration Libation

Jacked and Juiced Celebration Libation

Another trip round the sun and none the wiser for it. I guess making it through a year like this is cause enough for celebration. Not that I need much of a cause to snap the cap on a Merchant Ale House big bottle brew. Jacked & Juicy sounds like another Jack Black...

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Season of Excess

Season of Excess

Merry Xcess to all. It's that time of the year when everything is supposed to be special. What's a beer drinker to do when facing pressure to up their game for the holiday season? ... the answer should be obvious - more beer.* My response was to reach for the...

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A 4 Hop Pop on the Side

A 4 Hop Pop on the Side

Time for another West Side Story, but this time it’s Lower West Side and instead of the Jets and the Sharks it’s a far less dramatic and not at all musical brew review. * Let’s see if this one has a happy ending. But this isn’t big apple westside, it’s little apple...

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Town Going Down

Town Going Down

Downtown and out on the town and downing a Town. Out for dinner with the missus and I decided that a Quick One and done would be an ideal accompaniment with fine company, engaging conversation, a vegetarian nightmare of a meal, and the Leafs game on the big screen...

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Cranky Old Zen Drinking Beer

Cranky Old Zen Drinking Beer

A Norwegian pale ale, named after a region of the Indian subcontinent, brewed in Canada and immortalized by a British band who wrote the song while in a Zen state inspired by the Sahara desert. This brew is a tribute to Led Zepplin’s song “Kashmir”, according to...

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Tunnel of Love?

Tunnel of Love?

I’ve seen a tunnel or two in my day, back when I used to work for a living. When they are 3000m below surface we don’t call them tunnels, we call them drifts. As for the screaming, it could have been the vent fan or it could have been my supervisor providing some...

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Mortal Sin in a Glass

Mortal Sin in a Glass

Continuing on our coast to coast toast to Canada from my big screen facing Laz-boy. We have been to the sunny shores of PEI, the rain forests of BC, stampede (and Oiler) crazy Alberta, and good ol’ Ontar-ari-ario. Our next adventure takes us to la belle province. Vous...

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Nutty Buddy

Nutty Buddy

That nutty buddy of mine, Bud the Elf on the beer shelf, shows up on Christmas day and makes his preference clear. Looks like a Chestnut brown is going down.  Chestnuts r’oasting in a brewhouse kettle, Jack Frost nowhere to be seen, It doesn’t much matter what you’re...

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A Two Pad Polkaroo Pint

A Two Pad Polkaroo Pint

What the hell is a two pad stack you may be wondering. Maybe a breakfast double helping at IHOP? Or your favourite Thai dish? Perhaps it’s the cosmetic surgeon’s “Dolly Parton” special.* If you’re contemplating these and other possible explanations you’re wrong and...

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