282 Reviews
I wasn’t exactly a cool kid. I think in high school I was voted most likely to be a beer reviewer. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to visit some of the coolest bars around and downtown Toronto has their fair share. For great selection it’s Beertown. If you want an...
I’ve visited a few farms in my day and let me tell you, the early to bed early to rise lifestyle, coupled with a hearty heap of hard work, is not for me. Milking the bulls, fertilizing the fields, harvesting the hay, shearing the cows, it’s just too much work.* But...
Not nearly as courageous or important as the Operation Husky of 1943,* my operation husky consisted of popping the top on this Rusty Husky, then pouring and scoring. I will add that my operation husky was not nearly as successful as the 1943 version either. I shall...
The old man’s favourite TV show was Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon. But if he wanted a change of pace from a western he would watch Bonanza.* The trials and tribulations of the trice widowed Ben Cartwright and his three sons (each from a different...
On the Vegas strip and it’s as hot as a walk on the sun. Time to blow off some froth and chill with a cool craft. Beer Park sounded like a sun stroke sanctuary,* a place that might have what I’m looking for. After climbing up a set of stairs with a handrail too hot...
From the rocky shores of the East coast to the verdant green of the West, I find myself on the cosmo coast of Vancouver. Talk about green, some of these buildings even have grass on the roof, good thing it’s legal to sell it now. A sun shiny stroll down the promenade...
Flight delayed, time on my hands, looks like a good excuse to sample another Newfoundland brewski. I’m bidding a fond farewell to the Rock and hoisting a hope to see you again soon toast with a preflight pint. Enter the Fighting Irish. Am I advancing my education at...
Last time I was in St. John’s I walked the Rock for 30 minutes to Bannerman’s on a cold rainy night, passing a number of lively pubs on the way, only to realize that I had missed last call. Talk about cranky. But just like a wasted away Jimmy in Margaritaville,* I...
The old fella on the can is engaged in a heated Pickleball* volley. A Shake and Bake with a spin and a smash, no holds barred and no prisoners taken. A Chainsaw serve followed up with a Nasty Nelson that leaves you in a Chicken Wing and next thing you know you the...
Back in the early 50’s if someone called you Comrade or a Red and old Joe McCarthy heard about it, your ass was grass.* Frank’s Old Comrade is a red ale, but that doesn’t make it a communist beer, does it? Me, maybe I’m a columnist, but I was never accused of being a...