66 Reviews
In the Muskokas and I was feeling a tad thirsty, a bit peckish. I was looking for something tasty, so a home cooked meal by Chef Roy-Ar-Dee was not on the table, figuratively or literally. The choice was clear, as in Clear Lake Brewery. A regular COM Oktoberfest stop,...
Time to check out Market conditions, take a break from my rants, and take a chance on a Trance. Market’s Trance lagered amber ale to be precise, and it sure sounds nice. The lady on the can has rainbows in her eyes, quite possibly from Al Jarreau proposing to her,*...
Date night! Out on the town. All dressed up in long sleeves and my best cardigan. Quarter chicken dinner and splurge on the white meat you ask? Nope, we are going uptown downtown, it’s fancy pants tonight. Cashed an RRSP and out to the Fat Rabbit, an award winning...
At the Port House (not to be confused with The Portsmouth House) for a brunch of sorts, as in beer and lunch. A little day drinking is good for your mental health and your digestion so they say.* I spied an Old Credit brew on the menu, which brought back fond memories...
A visit to Clear Lake but this is no spa day, it’s a howl at the full moon Saturday night and the place is hopping. It’s a full house tonight and I’m straight to the bar, flush with cash, and with a credit card that should be dealt with. A wings special, a messy...
I love me an amber so I was geared up for this one. And to make matters even better, last night I witnessed a Leafs come from behind OT victory over the Washington Capitals. By the way, isn’t it ironic that the leader of Washington is Russian? Comrade Ovechkin.* Old...
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...
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...
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...
I found a parking space on what some claim to be the most refreshing street in Canada, that some being Brock Street Brewery and that street being Brock Street. We have sampled some BS beers before. That didn’t sound right, did it? Let’s try that again. We have sampled...