Now I was, in fact, the de facto editor but the owner, a funny, friendly Brit named Stephen was listed as both the publisher and editor hence my title. Since I care little about titles ("Hey!!! That's Mister Dickhead to you!"), it didn't matter to me what I was called.
Until the one day when I did. You see, among my freelancers was a crazy young girl named Ann. Now Ann was an artist by trade (and a pretty good one) but she also wrote some, well, interesting though clever pieces for us. Her greatest strength, however, was her photography which showed some real skills. Like professional skills. But calling her quirky, as many artists can be, was a little like calling beer wet... and super tasty. Understatement of the year. So this one day, her assignment was to go to a local bookstore where former Toronto Maple Leaf goaltending great, Johnny Bower, was doing a book signing.
This 16 Crazy Eyes Winter Bock Lager is probably the BEST Lake of Bays Brewing product I have enjoyed to date. Once again, I learned something. Such as there exists bock lagers! |
Ass Editor? Was my employer the Halton Compass... or Playboy??? Unfortunately, it was the former. But, of course, I had to ask, "Did you have a hand in this personalized greeting, Ann?" No, no, no, she swore up and down. It was just what he wrote, she insisted. With that, she turned around to leave before pausing briefly, looking back over her shoulder and giving me a wink. Little minx. I got her back. I checked out her butt as she was leaving. What can I say? It's what good Ass Editors do!
Why would they named a beer honouring former Leaf Darcy Tucker "Crazy Eyes"??? You know what? Forget I asked. That's a stupid question... |
But it turns out I'm not the only one interested in Johnny Bower. Our friends at Lake of Bays' Brewing in tiny Baysville, Ontario, also have an interest in him... and many more former NHL players. (Shout-out to my favourite LoB sales rep, Tim - zup, bro? We need more Spark House Red Ale. I keep drinking it all.) No, you see, Lake of Bays created something called their Signature Series which not only honours former NHLers but also gives a portion of the beers' proceeds to the NHL Alumni Association. The only thing more Canadian than that would be sweating maple syrup and bleeding poutine. What a great cause and if you didn't think this brewery was awesome before, well, there's your reason. Among those honoured thus far: Bower with the China Wall (his nickname) Amber Lager, superstar Montreal Canadian goalie Jacques Plante with their Jake The Snake Imperial Pilsner, Leaf goalie Curtis Joseph with their Cujo Blonde Ale (had it, reviewed it, loved it) and Boston goalie Gerry Cheevers with their Stitches Oktoberfest Marzen Lager.
Moving along to Peterborough, that town's craft brewer The Publican House Brewery recently released their Square Nail Pale Ale into the liquor store and while it's a solid brew, it's the Publican House history that I find intriguing. Owner John Conquer was part-owner of Kawartha Lakes Brewing before it shut down in 2004 and had the rights to some of its biggest names snapped up by Toronto's Amsterdam Brewery. Conquer then spent five years working on a business plan to reopen a brewery before landing in a historical home in Peterborough with an adjacent restaurant in 2009. And why is their location primo? It's smack-dab in the middle of student housing for Trent University and Fleming College. Guess who the leading consumers of good craft beer are? Bingo!
Well, last Saturday was Robbie Burns' Day and even though I'm only half-Scottish, I am genetically-encoded to celebrate properly. Just as I celebrate Recycling Day with the same aplomb. I do stop short of wearing the kilt. That's good news for everyone! However, 'kilt' is what you might get if you ever dared to call one a 'skirt' in front of a burly Scot's man.
But could I truly honour the legendary Scottish poet Burns without imbibing a couple of Innis & Gunn beers, straight from Edinborough? Beats me. The guy's dead. Has been since 1796. Like he cares. I just wanna drink beer and use him as my excuse. Hell, I'd honour a mime to drink beer. And then strangle him. So steer clear of me, also dead Marcel Marceau.
Okay, this time around, I tried their Rare Oak Pale Ale and Scotch Whiskey Porter. Their Rare Oak Pale Ale was something of a dud for me. You get hopeful with a hint of spice and floral on the nose but on the tongue, it was far too sweet.
The Whistler Brewing Company knows how to lure you into their bar. Because a man walked into it... and had lots of fun! |
Next up, I went out and watched my buddy Lloyd's band, Speakeasy, play at The Purple Heather in Burlington on Robbie Burns Day and lemme tell you this. If "too drunk to stand" is a yoga pose, I nailed the hell out of that one. Fun night with a truly great Nickel Brook standard on tap.
Okay, what's been brewing on Mini-Cask Thursday at Rib Eye Jack's Ale House, also here in Burlington? Oh, I've had a couple of dandies... and one "meh". They can't all be winners. That's why track and field meets hand out "Participant" ribbons. Hell, I have a drawer full of those. Because I was quite literally forced to participate in track and field events. Often above my screams of "When did I wake up in Russia, you bastards???"
But guys and dolls, that's it, that's all and I am outta here!!! Until next time, I remain as always...
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