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5 o’clock is a recent memory, time to tie one on. As in tie on the feedbag of course. Perhaps a pint as well. You know it. A tisket, a tasket,* a brisket in a basket. I brace myself for a Bracebridge Lake of Bays Barrelhouse beef brisket in a basket on a bun. Beefy...
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do, Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue, And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl, Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl.* Ah yes, old Steve Earle was quite taken with a Galway girl. I was 8 or 9 years old...
This is a Boar of the Month Club selection from our friends at Four Rivers. The can shows a boar’s head being ceremoniously served up on a platter for the famished few who aren’t turn off by a snout full of snout. Apparently this ancient English tradition* is making a...
It is supposedly Springtime, and when I saw this brew on the shelf I thought to myself, “that seems like a nice Springtime brew” with Marigolds* in bloom. However, Mother nature can be a cruel taskmaster and there has been nothing spring like about this spring so far....
Out to dinner with my favourite son and my favourite daughter-in-law who are in fact married to each other. Coincidence? I think not. The Grist brew kitchen in NOTL* is our toast host. They tell us that the word “grist” (the noun) means malt crushed to make mash for...
On the road again, figuratively speaking, while sitting in my comfy Lazy Boy watching the Leafs. This beer is taking me back to my favourite East Coast town, Bathurst NB.* I have fond memories of my visits to Bathurst. The great people at Brunswick Mine. The missus...
Spring is sprung, but no grass is showing. Spring my ass, it’s still snowing.* The first day of Spring and it looks like we are living in a snow globe. No dockside dalliances or boathouse brews in the foreseeable future, the last vestiges of winter are hard pressed to...
Down on the farm again, this time the Anderson homestead and rustling up an amber. I love me an amber. But will I love me this amber? I enjoyed their cream ale draft so hopes are high and wide. A pretty bright new penny copper pour of the amber cambre, it looks like...
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...