423 Reviews
Looks like The Crusher* is all fired up and ready to dominate the ring, doing sweaty holds and flips while decked out in his stretchy pants, in a choreographed ballet of blood. Clifford’s Crusher looks more like a thirst crusher than a bone crusher. Maybe a summer...
For you hockey fans of a certain vintage you may be thinking of Bobby Clarke when it comes to a solid hack, but it appears that Gateway is continuing their curling theme following their “On the Button” Amber Lager. For those unacquainted with the art and science of...
I heard about this hotel that hands you a beer with your room key, so of course I had to check in to it. And sure enough I was handed a nice chilly bottle of Dos Equis Especial Lager por favor and mucho gracias. Brewed since 1897 from the Montezuma Brewery*. They even...
Not the pallet cleansing green Carlsberg I am used to. This brew is a little malty, with maybe a hint of Mcintosh taffy. A good fall beer after pulling down a tree*. A little bitter with some caramel hints. On the can it has Rush 9 and the fans chanting to the Beatles...
Black tie with a Red Stripe. No, not a dry cleaning challenge from an Italian wedding. Instead, it’s a Jamaican* lager and a fancy pants dinner. The secret to a successful event, two words. Open bar. So I’m at the bar and it’s the usual fare. Looks like I am the only...
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...