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I popped and poured this puppy, an MVP premium, to watch the big game. Without Dallas or Buffalo playing, I didn’t have a horse in the race, but I was hoping the MVP would be Cafferty or Purdy. But we all know the real MVP of the game was Taylor Swift. I must admit, I...
After an unpleasant experience with a liver shiver giver of an imperial stout, it’s time to get hooked up with a heavenly Helles on earth light and bright brewski. And you know what they say, when in Rome do as the Romans do. No, I’m not drinking this in a toga,...
If memory serves me well, I think Farmer Steve headed for the hills, and homesteaded around Caledon back in the day. His trusty Kubota at his side, with the missus and young folk along for the ride. The Ballad of Farmer Steve Come listen to my story about a farmer...
Hard core fans drinking beer at a sporting event is nothing new. So branding your beer for a certain sport only makes sense. At the ball game, drink an “Ice Cold Beer” from Left Field. When the Leafs are on the ice pop the top on a “Get the Puck Out of Here” by Game...
I find it interesting that a country like Scotland, renowned for bag pipes and haggis, which I consider two of the most unromantic things in the world, has their biggest celebration of the year to honor their romantic poet laureate Robbie Burns.* I skipped the haggis...
“Cause baby, now we got bad blood, You know it used to be mad love.”* I avoided some obvious ill vampire jokes because I figured a blatant and shameless Taylor Swift reference would boost our website viewership. I mean look what it did for the NFL.** Now about this...
Snowed in at the cottage so another fireside chat but this one is with the Ghost of Oktoberfest Past! GOP: Cranky old man, why do you drink these fruit and vegetable beers and forsake the spirits of Oktoberfest past? COM: Haven’t you heard the saying variety is the...
The bird is the word today, as in I’m tippin’ the bird with a real Czech lager from the Heinnie crowd. They say a golden pheasant in a field is good luck, the sign of a bountiful harvest. Of course, a flock of geese in a field is the sign of a golf course, so watch...
We haven’t visited Ace Hill* in a while but I recall their pilsner knocked it out of the park. A Vienna Lager is about as close as you can get to Amber without incurring an harassment charge,** and those of you who know me, know I love me an amber. So I had high hopes...
For those of you suffering from nyctophobia,* have no fear, your beer is here. Here is a dark beer for those that don’t want a dark beer, which begs the question if you don’t want a dark beer why drink a dark beer? Having no reasonable answer to that question, let’s...