1742 Reviews
When I saw the name of this brew I sent up the ol’ bat signal for the COMDB translation department. They took on this assignment with their usual indifference. Apparently 主命 means “master’s orders” in Japanese, which just so happens to be the name of the Department of...
Maybe Okoberfest and baseball season are both over, but that doesn’t stop us from sampling a Left Field Festbier, now does it. And so, the festing continues. As for baseball, anyone around in the 70’s knows that Mr. October is none other than Reggie Jackson, who was...
Dark Lager? Sounds like COMDB to the rescue with some entertaining names for this aptly but unimaginatively named brew. How about “Drinking with Springsteen on the Edge of Town” or maybe “Dancing with a Dark”. * Or a classic reference, “A Beer After Conrad’s Own...
Way back in the day, driving South from a 4 month tour of duty at the mines, I headed into Toronto to catch up with my old buddy Smitty. I can still remember the bar had a complex bamboo fan arrangement on the ceiling all connected by chains and sprockets. We sat down...
In the Nashville of the North back in the day The Mattagami was the city’s cultural center, although the Maple Leaf could be a contender for the crown as well. The more sophisticated residents and visitors to Timmins would venture to the Mattagami for a libation or...
Ducks I have no problem with. The otter that shits on my dock, that’s a different matter. The Department of Morality loves the playful little rodent but she isn’t the one washing down the dock. Today he left the remains of a crayfish (claws that’s all) and his calling...
When it comes to German, the only words I learned in my youth were from Hogan’s Heroes. In other words “I know nothing, nothing!”* That’s one reason why the COMDB translation department gets so much work around Oktoberfest time. However, in this case Sawdust City has...
The Jackson 5 took us back to basics, teaching us our ABCs and 123’s. Of course, MJ was too young to be having a beer in those days,* let alone hooking up with the girl he’s singing to, but no one seemed to notice back in those “innocent’ times. A 12 year old singing...
According to Bellwoods, the Ratclops is a mythical brewery beast. I picture a Darwinian metamorphosis of the Muridae family , hunkering down under the vats, feasting on yeast, gorging on ungainly grains, and ferreting away festering fermentations. The results being...
Holman’s description sounded great. “Golden toffee aroma, grainy malt flavours, and a dark chocolatey finish.” In fact it sounded almost too good to be true, like those ads on TV. And me, a self-confessed amber lover, well I wasn’t over the moon in anticipation of...