504 Reviews
If you think the three towers has a familiar ring to it, you may be thinking of Tolkien’s Two Towers. Or maybe the good folks at Gateway City are referring to the castle located south-west of Highgarden and Oldtown, on the edge of the Redwyne Straits?* But if you...
At the head of the Rideau Canal, on the West end of the Upper Rideau, is the aptly named village of Westport. Driving down Main Street and I see the Westport Brewing Co. so by reflex I stop and drop in to do some suds shopping. The place is packed at lunch time, they...
180 taps! And we aren’t talking about a Fred Astaire Gene Kelly movie.* We’re talking about Vegas, and the Yard House and enough craft beers to put a shiver down my liver. “The largest selection of craft beers on tap in the world!” It’s going to be a long night. But...
From the Rock to Granville, an East to West coast 7300-kilometer island hop. I’m talking about ultra fun Newfoundland to ultra-hip Granville Island in Vancouver. Shops, markets, theatres and improvs, and even a fancy pants high end restaurant (The Keg). And of course,...
This Flying Monkeys brew is one powerful beer, being a triple IPA and all. It has a slight taste of alcohol which drops the rating but man this can label is awesome!!! Buy it for the artwork as it is an excellent conversation piece!
The creepy, dare I say disturbing, denizen of the deep that graces the can is the angler fish, and to be brutally honest, that’s one ugly fish. When you’re that ugly I don’t care how great a personality you have, the only way to be attractive is with a fancy car and a...
Experiencing a few of the seven deadly sins* may have you temporarily in seventh heaven,** but eventually it doesn’t matter how many sevens you roll, your luck will run out. Having seven 7’s would definitely qualify you for one of the sins, but I think (hope) I am...
Brit: I took a stroll down the promeh-gnawed and there was an add-vert-ess-ment for a herb scon with a choice of eye-thur bah-sil or toe-mat-oh. Yank: I took a stroll down the prome-nayed and there was an adver-ties-ment for a erb skown with a choice of ee-thur...
The COM got together for a quaff and a laugh and some draft at Daft.* RA played it Coolcoolcool with a Daft pils while Farmer Steve practiced the Timeless Art of Seduction with a jam stand sour. Me, I decided to sample a bid adieu brew named Jon Voyage. Our server was...
I couldn’t bowl my way out of a wet paper bag, but Fonger could make those pins beg for mercy. flirting with 300 with strikes to spare. Meanwhile I was doing the speed limit at 100, with a lane violation or two. In between the two of us is what you would call a...