283 Reviews
Usually the Department of Morality is dragging me to church, but this time the tables were turned. As in a patio table turned towards the sun near the bar of my favourite place of worship, a quaint vine covered church on main street Virgil. A pint of persuasion for...
Way back in the day us Cranky Old Men frequented a few of the finer K-town establishments. The PG, like the rest of the downtown, went uptown, but before it did it had concrete floors with a beer and blood drain and was a no go except for the lowest of the low, which...
A cool night cozy up by the cottage fire with a buxom Belgian blonde sounds like a cranky old alliteration addict’s dream come true. So here I am, taking on another Tripel, I guess I’m old enough to know but not to know better. Still hope springs eternal, or is that...
Last summer Farmer Steve and his two young fellas came to the cottage to lob a line in the lake and have a brew or two too. Those bronzebacks were biting and breakin’ water and the boys hauled in a few of those fat bass-terds. For me it’s my favourite freshwater...
Beer pioneer of the Western plains, Alberta based Big Rock, have been at it for quite some time. * They say you always remember your first, and it could well be that a Big Rock was my first craft beer although I can’t recall. The BR marketing machine tells us their...
The La Trappe guys and gals (Munks and Nuns) tell us to “Taste the silence”. * What the hell does that mean? I imagine cursing in a Monastery represents some kind of sacrilege, but really? I’ve heard the sounds of silence, the original and the excellent cover by...
On April 9th 1917 at 5:30AM the consolidated Canadian Corps, all four divisions, began an artillery barrage on the German stronghold of Vimy Ridge. By April 12th the battle was won, but at the ultimate cost for many; 3,598 Canadian lives lost. Another 7,004 wounded,...
Sláinte mhath! Time for a Tartan Day toast to all you would be, wanna be, and wish you were Bravehearts. * Here’s to the Cranky Old Men and friends, may your whisky be as cheap as Farmer Steve, your problems as trivial as our Editor, and your beer as plentiful as...
Lunchtime libations at Rust Bistrobar. * They say rust never sleeps but they aren’t open on Mondays and Tuesdays. ** Their house craft quaff, Rust Red Ale, from sources unknown, led to an investigation by our server who returned with a clue. St. Thomas was emblazoned...
London has graced us with another organic offering for quaffering. They’re serving up an Amber au naturel. If that phrase provided you with an enjoyable mental visual, your welcome. Local organic malts and hops they tell us. Canada Certified organic they tell us. Just...