31 Reviews
Happy National Banjo day to one an all. A tip of the hat to famous pickers Earl Scruggs (Earl was pickin’ and Lester was grinnin’), Emily Stayer, and Steve Martin (the part time comedian and full-time banjo player).* If there is an instrument I would pick it would be...
I’m a big Stockyards fan. Their Festbier was the best beer. Their Missed Calls is not to be missed. And their Iron Horse IPA kept rollin’ all night long. All super suds status. So when I saw a new brew of theirs on the shelf, I packed that puppy into my 8 pack and...
I don’t really have a sour disposition, although some may dispute that statement,* but the right sour can be an enjoyable departure from the malt and hops mainstream. As far as guavas go, which I suppose on their own is from the tree to the ground, it’s not my go to...
Dry February, what a concept. I find myself in this self-inflicted purgatory wondering how I got here, when my better half arrives with the announcement "I bought you some beer." My pulse immediately quickened as I leapt to examine the purchase. My mind was already...
Right up front, I am not a man for all saisons,* but I do respect the genre. I give every brew a fair shake, which sometimes leads to a messy pour but so be it. I am a Gateway fan, and had sampled and enjoyed a previous GC saison, so who knows, maybe another saison of...
In my youth I was a reader with a social life to match. The name of this brew reminded me of one of the modern classics that I tackled in my younger days. Could it be Heller giving us hell in “Catch 22”? Or Burgess with his colourful “Clockwork Orange”? Perhaps Capote...
This sour reminded me of the artist formerly and subsequently known as Prince * who was also known as “The Purple One”. And of course his favourite colour was …..orange.** I did see Prince in concert back in the day. I had heard a few of his songs beforehand and...
First we have the old Beau’s tractor burnin’ up the kick-ass-phalt with their juiced AF Hazy IPA. Now the tractor is out in the beery berry patch pickin’ raspberries and down at the brewery, tractor tread squeezin’ limes, for their Refresher. Or what they call a...
Just like ol’ Robert Cray, I was warned about this suicide blonde, that her sweet’s gone sour.* Yes, the game was afoot**, this miss was amiss, this brew was askew. What the hell am I talking about you must be thinking.*** This innocent ale, so labelled as a blonde,...
Editor’s Comment: An RA Sunday night special sip and report review. A MacKinnon farm produce pint is up for a pour and score. RA quaffing a light fruit beer, say it isn’t so! I think I just felt the earth shift on it’s axis a bit. Nothing will ever be the same again....