418 Reviews
After a fancy pants ice cream Neapolitan chocolate strawberry vanilla stout it was good to quaff a back to basics big bay barley sandwich. Georgian Bay that is, which from grade 5 geography we all learned is the backpack of the mighty Huron hiker, Lake Huron....
I love me an amber…..usually. Almost without fail I love me an amber. If it is an amber you can safely assume I will love it and your assumption will most likely be correct. Most likely. Usually. Almost without fail. Maybe you see where I am going with this....
Downtown in the little apple, bright lights big city. The GTA, driving a Dodge into the land of Ford. Where rush hour starts early and ends late, and the wind is always in your face no matter which way you turn*. Dining at a real Italian restaurant, no kids menu, and...
Once a year I used to head down to the local curling rink for an afternoon of brews and brooms. It was the annual company curling bonspiel*, an event where the amateur on ice alcohol induced ass over tea kettle acrobatics were more entertaining than the game. Some...
The COMDB translation department were ready and willing to take on Schwarz. Halloween always seems to raise their spirits. Schwarz* bier directly translates from German to “Black Beer”. My first thought when I saw this beer was of the genius of Mel Brooks** and his...
To be honest I am stretching out Oktoberfest* as long as possible because the next theme is Halloween and I hate the taste of pumpkin. The COMDB translation department are of the opposite view, having worked (and booked) substantial overtime, and they have also been...
First things first, as is so often the case, shout out and thanks to Elaine, the much better half of James, for the great handmade Oktoberfesting bag. Now second thing first, as is rarely the case. I am required (at the risk of another grievance and work to rule) to...
What better way to warm up for Muskoka Oktoberfest than a prosit with a Muskoka Brewery Festbier. I got reminiscing about Oktoberfest back in the day, cheers and beers, a host with the most chanting prost, prosit until you close it. In the immortal words of the Irish...
Ever have one of those days that feels like three of those days? Well after one of those days it’s time to park myself in the lazy boy and enjoy some Sunday night football (doesn’t really matter who is playing) with an Oktoberfest Lager, it being the season, that is...
The Devil’s Punchbowl? * What ever “possessed” Clifford to name this beer after the devil? It sounds more like a Duke** college football game than a beer. And what the devil is an India Session Lager anyway? I have had the good and the bad when it comes to mixing...