121 Reviews
Popping the top on one big bad Berliner bear of a beer. Will it be unbearably bad, or barely bearable? Maybe it will bear up to the scrutiny of the COM, or perhaps even get a super suds bear hug? Straight from Germany, the big red bear* is serving up a pilsner trio on...
When we have our son’s dog and our daughter’s dog over, they team up with our buffalo breathed butt sniffing leg humper for a toothsome threesome. And every time someone walks past our house the canine choir kicks in, and our house sounds like the pound from hell....
Checking in to Motel California and this is no California common accommodations. Our West Coast host with the most toast is a Pilsner. But this isn’t a New York or a Boston or a St.John’s or a St.John Pilsner, this is a Pilsner of the West Coast variety.* A West Coast...
When you retire you get lots of advice. Financial tips from guys trying to borrow money from you. Happiness advice from pissed-off old timers done wrong by the world. Relationship guidelines from people on their fifth spouse. Health advisories from people twice as...
Arrivederci dry Feb, we’re ushering in an extra dry March with an extra dry pilsner after an extra day February. An upholder of the Bavarian Purty Laws, this Friesisches Brauhaus offering is straight from Jever, Germany* to my glass via Brooklyn New York. From the...
From Bench, “the beer from wine country” comes an oaky pilsner, some wood craft so to speak. Oaked usually refers to a process of storing wine in oak barrels before bottling. All that Bench tell us is that this brew has “rustic complexity from the use of oak.” The...
“Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman? Don't ya know, man don't ya know?” In 1941 Memphis Slim* was singing about his date at the Ruby Tavern who drank away all his money! I’ve heard of blind dates, but this sounded like a blind drunk date. Fast forward to some 30 years...
Another offering from our a Swedish gypsy brewer Omnipollo* was my wing can for the bud’s season opener last night. Another Swede, Nylander,** contributed to an exciting win over the much hated Habs. But the hat trick hero of the night was Matthews who was shooting,...
I’m what you might call a lazy fisherman. I’m out on the lake lots enjoying the sunset and the peace and quiet. Nothing bothering me, sometimes not even the fish. But I’ve wet the net often enough and I catch my fair share of pickerel, and some high flying weed hawgs....
Ma took her pills? Did I hear that right? What kind of a name is Motueka anyway? Can you squeeze any more vowels in there, the "i" and the "y" are feeling left out (literally). * Looks like it’s time for a COMDB geography lesson. Motueka is a small town in the South...