125 Reviews
What do you call a gastro brewer that is super busy but seats you in 5 minutes with no reservation (at a table, not the bar), provides great service, has an innovative and tasty menu, and a great list of brewed on the premises taps too? A hidden gem, perhaps. Your go...
When I first saw the comic strip “Too Much Coffee Man” * I thought it was the unauthorized biography of Farmer Steve. You see, while you’re on your second cup, he is on his second pot. His morning quaff is a carafe. A real caf-fiend. Our COMDB coffee man. I must...
The legend of the Blarney Stone is that those who kiss it are bestowed “the gift of gab”. * I can think of a few politicians who probably not only kissed it but may have sucked on it for a while. Come to think of it, there are a few that may have swallowed it and...
As we continue our cross Canada coast to coast toast to the country with the most, after some island hopping we continue West until we finally reach the mainland, Nova Scotia, the land of the Bluenose and Anne Murray. At the 2nd annual COM AGM (annual golf meeting)...
Go hard or go home. No, it’s not an ad for Viagra, but things are looking up because it is a Rainhard Imperial stout, Hearts Collide. A love song from Green Day? What do you think I am, some kind of American idiot? * Not hard hearted, hearts collide is the ultimate...
Memento Mori sounded like a souvenir from New Zealand to me,* but I figured that probably wasn’t right. I checked with the COMDB Translation Department and in their short and not so sweet manner they said “We don’t do Latin”. Latin, eh. Time to give our egghead Editor...
The night before our wedding I tied one on. The next day, in tux and tie, I tied the knot while my father-in-law looked on, fit to be tied, I think he referred to me as a knot head. Advice to soon to be weds, don’t go out with future cranky old men after the rehearsal...
It was certainly a moon lit night last night, in more ways than one. A wolf howlin’ tom cat prowlin’ kind of moon that makes you wonder if you left the outside lights on. But I wasn’t just drinking in the moon light, I was drinking one too. As in a Whitewater...
I was missing the snow so I thought a visit to the Muskokas would be in order. Out of the big city, up here where the snow drifts are bigger than the egos. Be careful what you wish for they say. After a morning of digging in just to get to the cottage door it was time...
We’re puttin’ on the Ritz tonight, tux, tie, tails, and a top hat too! Singing along with good ol’ toe tappin’ Fred Astaire “I'm puttin' on my top hat, Tyin' up my white tie, Brushin' off my tails, Pourin’ myself a glass, of class, one of Gateway’s great ales.”*...