141 Reviews
JT is a no oars off-shore wind powered water on the water and beer on the pier serious sort of sailor. Me, if my 60 horse merc doesn’t fire up I’m fishing off the dock. Jimmy Buffet was a smooth singing son of a son of a sailor.* All of this sailing segue is for this...
Dorthy felt there was no place like it, Pliny the Elder thought it is where the heart is, and Leone Redbone will tell you it’s where you hang your hat.* We’re talking about home of course. As for the shape of home, it’s a pentagon.** Any baseball fan will tell you...
After an old comrade of Frank gave us a red scare, now Frank is encouraging us to relax and enjoy a smooth Hoperator.** Relax, take a load off, chill and swill. Some sound advice if I do say so myself. According to the can this beer is the result of “nice guys...
If you are thinking of the attractive member of the Black Eyed Peas, or the Duchess of York, or the Montreal Canadiens enforcer in the 60’s, then you are thinking of Fergie.* If you are thinking of the Rocky mountains, skiing and the birth place of Alex Lifeson,** now...
I’ve racked up a few frequent flyer miles in my day, been to some faraway lands, some exotic destinations. No jet setting but lots of jet lagging. But you get to a certain point in your life where you know there are some places you just aren’t ever going to get to....
In town, and out on the town at Town, checkin’ out what's goin’ down. At Town Brewery what is most likely goin’ down is a frosty cool adult beverage. We have sampled a few fine Town brews but I had never visited their brewery before, I guess that makes me the new kid...
According to Short Finger Brewing aliens exist. Maybe in Bugs Bunny cartoons, Rod Serling stories and Ridley Scott movies they do. I googled “pictures of aliens” and guess what. They all look like ET! I guess Spielberg knew something we didn’t. As far as official...
In an appeal to road warriors and RV enthusiasts everywhere, Muskoka Brewers tell us that “home is where you park it”. Hopefully that’s where your hat is hanging too. The spontaneous and destination unknown road trip they describe sounds more like jumping bail or a...
Chasing the grandkids all weekend, swimming, boating, fishing. Whipping up some Chef-Roy-ardee delights on the old BBQ. Dogs and burgs, burnt and crispy on the bun, char-nished and garnished garishly. By the end of the day I was beat like a Neil Peart* drum and...
A citrusy pale eh. I remember way back in the day when Creemore Springs was a craft beer brewer.* Their beer, they only made a lager, would show up very now and then and would be a welcome respite from the Canadians and Blues that were standard fare. But in 2005...