493 Reviews
Upon returning from Kamloops I said to the Department of Morality “I picked up a few locals while I was there”. This resulted in a minor misunderstanding and what we who have been married for many decades know as a Cool Hand Luke moment.* Not to worry, that got...
Pinball machines, trivia night, happy hour. When I walked in the door, I knew I was in the right place. I believe the art of the alchemist is to turn malt and hops into gold,* so Alchemy is a fitting name for this Kamloops brew pub. Sitting down for a pint with none...
Anemone? Isn’t that the plant I can never pronounce properly? Suck it up, buttercup. But since this brew is from the belle province I thought that the COMDB translation department could shed some light on the situation. The first thing they pointed out was my lack of...
As far as I’m concerned, I couldn’t care less if it’s 5 o’clock anywhere. I’m at the cottage, it’s hot, I’m thirsty and retired. Sounds like it’s time to try on some Party Shorts for size. A session IPA is in session. From my last sampling of an ass kicking heavy duty...
Ah yes, good old Major Tom. I remember when the song Space Oddity came out on the radio, I thought it was a weird novelty song. I remember being at a house party a few years later and hearing his Ziggy Stardust album (back when people played albums at house parties)...
“Think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? Not if it’s in my beer it won’t.” * Rhubarb, the vegetable that thinks it’s a fruit. Meanwhile that useless disgusting orange orb of a fruit called the pumpkin thinks it’s a vegetable. Yes, it's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up...
JT asked me “what the hell is a White IPA?”. Fair question. I’ve sampled a few in my day, but just like you, I had to look it up. It seems that a white IPA is a mix and match of wheat beer with IPA, each in some shape or form. We have sampled a few whites to date....
Out on the lake, casting my line into a late summer sunset that had me reeling. But the fish were on to me. A couple of bites but the hook never took so the net was never wet. No fat bass-tards tonight. So, it was time to dock the boat and head to the beer fridge for...
I’ve got more hazy years under my hat than I would care to admit, but twenty hazy years sounds like a fairly accurate description of my formal education. Not so, in this case it’s a hazy day IPA. I took a bike ride of the V-twin variety down to the church for a vigil...
I never had any imaginary friends growing up, I guess I was a bit of a loner. But our friends at Flying Monkeys have a whole island full. Imagine that! It reminded me of Tom Hanks and his four year-long one-sided conversation with his old buddy “Wilson”. Poor old...