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There is no such thing as a bumbleberry, but I do remember a girl in high-school nicknamed “bumble buns” which of course represents a different food group. That didn’t sound right, did it? Anyway, there is such a thing as bumbleberry pie which is a unique Canadian...
Out on a Saturday evening, March break bowling with the brood. When it comes to bowling the only time I am going to break 100 is on the highway going home, but the alley is licensed so things are looking up, and they have an interesting draft selection which I am...
What do you call it when you are experiencing a mix of anticipation and trepidation? I don’t know what you call it, but I call it sampling a sour. Those high flying monkeys tell us that this brew has “velvety bubbles in fruity magenta buoyancy with tart gamay quips...
Back in the day, trays of draft at the Tap Room, and a salt shaker on the table. The old fellers at the back sprinkling some salt into their draft. Why you would sprinkle salt into good beer (or draft at the Tap Room) is beyond me. So now I have a Gose in front of...
When you are young you are consumed by wanderlust. Then you start to settle down and wander less. The next stage is wanderlost, our topic today and a fitting one for a cranky old man. When the GPS is acting up I’ll be damned if I am going to ask a stranger for...