143 Reviews
Could this session brew name be a reference to RA leaving The Ports before dark? Or a 60’s acid flashback? It did remind me of the Beatles 1965 song of the same name. * But the brew can pic certainly implies an afternoon outdoor outing, ending up in the evening back...
Boathouse brews, V-Twin rides and pints by the pool. As Bon Jovi would say, it feels something like summertime. * And it’s about time. I hear some people say “summer is nice but fall is my favourite time of the year”. Or others that say “summer is just too hot, give...
We had previously examined the pros and cons of van life, for those that want to leave bricks and mortar behind for the freewheelin’ freedom that a van provides. However, many of us have commitment issues and years in a claustrophobic camper may not be our cup of tea....
We’ve dealt with windswept wolves and lone wolves. Howling at the moon wolves. A sea wolf, a wizard wolf and an Italian wolf. We even wagged the wolf! But a coy wolf, that’s a first for us. Coywolf Brewing is up with their first beer, aptly named Alpha. It appears...
I think it was the Bard who said "Once more into the peach, dear friends, once more." * I don’t think he needed to say “once more” twice, do you? Shakespeare could be so dramatic at times. But here I am, as Will of the Quill would say, once more into the peach. **...
It’s May 24 weekend, cheers! But it’s more like a “I May have one or two but no more Weekend” for me, being more focused on quality than quantity these days. And it’s a Glenn Frey Sunday. Yes the heat is on, and not just on the street but on the lake too. *...
Since I’ve retired I’ve taken great pains to avoid work of any type. But do you know what kind of work I hate the most? That’s right, hard work. And if you think picking dandelions off your front lawn constitutes hard work (I know I do), then can you imagine hookin’...
For those of you landlocked landlubbers who think that slack tide is an ineffective laundry detergent, it’s time for a little West Coast education. Vancouverites who are in tune with the tides will know that slack tide is the time in between tides coming in and going...
Does a beer name ever stir up long almost lost but not quite forgotten memories for you? Me too! Visiting my grandparents as a kid was always an adventure. They lived in a very small village. Just past the single lane stone bridge that led into town was the General...
Ol’ Lynne Anderson never promised me a rose garden, and that’s OK by me. * When it comes to my beer I’ve never been fond of a floral flourish myself. But I suspect Willibald is being more philosophical than literal naming their pale ale Roses Among Thorns. ** I think...