286 Reviews
Last call rings, can you hear? At the bar, for one more beer. A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight, drinking in a Winter Ale wonderland. * Ever since I first quaffed one of their brews I’ve been an Anderson farm fresh fan. But, and this is a Cardi B size butt, **...
An Irish ale with a Scottish name. Houndstooth? I see a pattern developing here. The Scots and Irish were not always the best of neighbours. * Even today a dispute is brewing, that being Brew Dog challenging Guiness to a stout froth off. ** Heady times. The Eastbound...
Winding Run? More like a winded run for me. The fine folks at Sawdust City tell us that Fall is a great time for a morning run through the woods. A morning run for me these days is a hop in the truck and over to Timmies for a Large Regular and a box of muffins. Way...
The Department of Cleanliness has deemed me Lord of the coffee table rings, but as far as Tolkien’s tome goes, I’m no expert. I did visit Bilbo, Newfoundland once. Or wait, no, that was Dildo, Newfoundland. I may not have an eye for Mordor but the fine folks at...
Silversmith’s tribute to our veterans is this Red Ale, Hill 145. The can is adorned with a rendering of the Canadian National Vimy Memorial which stands in northern France, commemorating the sacrifice of Canadians in World War 1. Hill 145 was the highest piece of land...
My choice was clear, as in Clear Lake, for a clear beer and a big ol’ pretzel. What’s new at the home of the largest beer spa in the world? Monogrammed terrycloth towels perhaps, a slipstream dump bucket perchance, solar powered saunas parcheesi? I don’t know about...
Is Avon selling beer door to door now? * No, it’s not the Avon Lady pressing that perfectly painted perfumed pointing finger on your doorbell peddling a new product. It’s The Avon Ale, from those crafters of curious crafts, the Something in the Water crew. What the...
Coffee Cream Ale? London Brewing says their cream ale base is so good that it will go with anything. I had some cream ale dreams but they were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee. London Brewing, you’re so vain, you probably think this review is about you, don’t...
Thanksgiving in the great white North and what I’m thankful for is it’s only once a year that I am contractually obligated to sample a pint of the pumpkin persuasion. That useless old fruit (I’m talking about a pumpkin, not our Editor), that odious orange orb that is...
I’ve had browns nuttier than a flat earther, smoky suds smokier than a five alarm fire, and honey lagers sweeter than Saccharin.* When it comes to flavoured brews I’m an avid advocate of the KISS principle (keep it subtle sudsmaster). A smoked honey brown sounds like...