Which Canadian beer was among the 300 More Beers To Try Before You Die?

"I never said that... and you can quote me on that"

"Write drunk, edit sober..."
These words are famously attributed to Ernest Hemingway. One small problem. He never said that. "God bless the Internet and its uncanny ability to put never-spoken words in the mouths of famous people," as Abraham Lincoln also famously said. The quote is more likely to have come from Peter De Vries' 1964 novel, "Reuben Reuben", where the leading protagonist is based on notorious pisstank poet Dylan Thomas, who utters: "Sometimes I write drunk and revise sober."
In the case of a beer blog, it is unavoidable that on occasion, you will be wetting your whistle with tasty suds while happily tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard. Which is fine, of course. It's research, after all. But you can "over-research" at times (call that a "happy accident") so I will have to alter that initial statement thusly: "Write in whatever state you happen to be in at that moment. But never publish until you've read it again in the morning with a cuppa Joe."

"Winter ales are coming... to Brew Ha Ha... Perhaps
this Canuck nitwit will even stop with all the IPAs"

The reason? Well, lemme give you some scenarios here as to what happens when you revisit your beer blog the following morning with fresh bright eyes:
Scenario #1: "Whoa... where the hell was I going with this?" *delete, delete, delete*
Scenario #2: "This was a lot funnier last night. Somehow that short passage of time has turned comedic gold into Shakespearean-level tragedy." *delete, delete, delete*
And, of course, Scenario #3: "I'm not even sure this is in English. Somehow, that 10.7% porter gave me the ability to write in grammatically-incorrect Ukrainian." *delete, delete, delete*

How does Unibroue Grande Reserve 17
taste? Deliciously and bizarrely complex

That said, there are a number of other beer bloggers throughout the world that I follow regularly and at the top of the sudsy blog vat is New Zealand's Neil Miller, an erudite, witty and prolific beer writer/blogger. I don't always get his sports and political references because, well, he's on the other side of the world and 18 hours ahead of me so technically, he's writing from the future. Plus the man is a beer expert to the point of being a judge in beer competitions whereas I am merely a beer enthusiast... a beerginner, if you will. Anyway, when he wrote a blog about famed British beer author Roger Protz' recently-released book, "300 More Beers To Try Before You Die", my ears perked up, simply because there was a Canadian beer on that list. (Much to Neil's delight, there were eight Kiwi beers on Protz' list. New Zealand has a total population of 5 million and I swear to gawd, 578,000 of them must be craft brewers. Per capita, I swear that tiny island - islands, actually - has a bigger craft beer culture than even the United States.) And since Neil had a copy of Protz' tome in his hands, I asked him which Canadian beer made the cut. Turns out it was Quebec's notable Unibroue 17, now called Grande Reserve 17.

Cameron's Obsidian Imperial Porter: It's
rum-barrel-aged and, well, awesome

It took me over two months to actually find one simply because it's a limited edition seasonal. Turns out that Unibroue used to annually crank out a specialty beer named after their years of existence (Unibroue 15, Unibroue 16, etc) but stopped when they got to 17. Why? Because it's so damn tasty and was met with such public acclaim, they didn't bother to try and top it. And retiring it was certainly out of the question. Brewed in a Belgian strong ale style, this 10% offering, which won platinum awards three years running for "World's Best Dark Ale", will confuse the hell out of your taste-buds because it's so damn difficult to pin down what its flavour pods are. I couldn't put my finger on it and read 17 pages of RateBeer reviews to see what other drinkers found in this. The usual suspects came up: raisins, prunes, toffee, caramel... I was talking to another New Zealand comrade Stevil St Evil while I was drinking it, explaining that there was something in this but (you have to read this part in the hesitant speaking voice of Captain James T Kirk) I... wasn't... sure... what. Finally, after 17 pages of people basically disagreeing on what the flavour pods were, someone finally said "plum". Bingo! Unibroue continues to make the world's most complex and delicious beers, much to my delight. And for the record, a 99 on RateBeer and now, thanks to Protz, world-renown.

Finally! A Canadian wheat beer that
nearly matches the best German ones!

And speaking of delight, I stumbled onto two separate gold-mines from Cameron's Brewing in my hometown of Oakville. (The brewery is literally down the street from my Mom's house.) Our store sells four of their beers - Lager, Cream Ale, Auburn Ale and Dark 266 - and I'd suggest the auburn ale is the best of that list. But where this tiny brewery truly shines is in its single 650-ml bottle releases where it ventures off the beaten path and goes a little crazy. Their Rye Pale Ale is outstanding. I instantly detected grapefruit in its aroma although in all honesty, I almost always detect a hint of grapefruit when something is hoppier and at 6.6% and 80 IBUs (international bitterness units), this certainly qualifies as hoppy, which always makes me (quick vowel switch) happy. I'm a hoppy-happy kinda guy. For his part, my co-worker Saga almost always gets a hint of banana when a brew gets either hoppier or maltier. After that, it was onto their Obsidian Imperial Porter, which is rum barrel aged. The chocolate hints are the first thing you get from this malty sensation but it is so incredibly smooth that the high-octane 9.2% is basically masked. It walks a dangerous yet delicious turf, this one. These two notched respective score of 98 and 95 on RateBeer and I strongly urge you to try both... or simply pick the style you prefer. You know, if you wanna be a wuss... *coughs the name SAGA* (Just kidding, buddy... you're my amigo... can we switch shifts on Friday?)

Sawdust City's Lone Pine IPA, a feel-
good story from a tiny craft brewer

Since being bowled over by the German wheat beers a few blogs back which if you missed you can view here: Don Gets Bowled Over By German Wheat Beers A Few Blogs Back I have been actively seeking Canadian wheat beers of the same calibre. Saga suggested Rickard's White which is a nice summery beer but no, not even close. So when I stumbled onto Howe Sound King Heffy Imperial Hefeweizen out of British Columbia, I proceeded with caution. That turned out to be unwarranted. As Jesse Pinkman would say: this shit's the wheat bomb, yo! This time if Saga said he smelled bananas in the aroma, he would be spot-on. Coming in a distinctive 1-litre jug with one of those uber-cool (see the clever use of German there?) ceramic flip-tops, this wheat beer, brewed as a Weizen Bock is the closest that our country will come to the best German beer I ever tasted, a single bock wheat called Weihenstephaner Vitas. This is an outstanding wheat beer that, at 87 on RateBeer, outscored a number of the German wheats I tried (and loved). If you love wheats, you have to try the King Heffy which even at 7.7% is as smooth as Jean Luc Picard's head. (Oooh, two Star Trek references in one blog. My inner geek is showing...)

For all you do, this anything-but-Bud's for you...

And finally, a feel-good IPA story out of the tiny Sawdust City Brewing Company in Bracebridge, Ontario. The brewery made the tough decision to recall their October 25 batch of Lone Pine IPA, which had already been shipped out to LCBOs across the province. Why? They didn't think it was good enough. They thought it was good, mind you... but not good enough. Wow. For a craft brewer to take a full-body shot to their bottom-line like that? That had to hurt. To show support for the brewery, I "product-located" the beer and bought up the remaining stock of a fresh batch of Lone Pine. That's a considerably less magnanimous gesture when there was only two left on the shelf but hey, in the end, it was my pleasure. Aptly-named, there is some pine to the taste with - again - a hint of grapefruit in there. At 6.5% and 65 IBU, its medium hoppiness puts it close to the top with a solid 91 on RateBeer. Also in my fridge right now, a Sawdust City Long, Dark Voyage to Uranus Imperial Stout which, yes, I bought solely for the name because I am just that juvenile.

Next up: what Capital City Brewing did right with its Red Racer Summer Sampler. And what Brick Brewing also did right with its Waterloo Small Batch Winter Sampler... because this is Canada and we go from Summer to Winter in one day. And a couple of shout-outs. First on deck is Stevil St Evil who views across the Pacific Ocean to marvel at: The Crack-Addled AssHat That Is Rob Ford And then, of course, there's the lovely and very funny Karolyn who writes Confessional Of A Former Fat Girl near-daily. Here's today offering: Sweet! I have a hater!!! but do yourself a favour and click on past ones which are date-underlined. One clever lady. Oh, and to my American friends, Happy Thanksgiving Week. We had ours a month ago. Try the turkey, it was really good. Well, folk, that's it... I need a beer so I am outta here! Until next time, I remain...

From Germany to Oregon and back...

Is Rogue Dead Guy Ale a superior Maibock
to the German beers that are actually called
Maibocks? There's a skeleton on the label so
well, of course it is. It has a skeleton, people!

Where was I? No, seriously, where the hell was I??? Oh right, Brew Ha Ha! was visiting the beers of Germany... ein prosit, freaking outstanding wheat beers(!!! - that's right, three of those stick-dot punctuation thingeys), pretty ladies at Oktoberfest, damn solid pilsners and lagers... it's all coming back now... whatta fantastic trip...

Granted, I never left home. I like the way a beer blog works - it's like travelling the world... but you're at home in your underwear. Your Spider-Man underwear. (What? They're comfortable! And they have the maximum Comfort Level Of Holes For Men's Boxers - that's eight - one big hole at the waist with the elastic part, the two leg holes, the fly hole... and the four time-worn freebies for added ventilation...)

My sole complaint about the German beers: their Maibocks. Holsten made a helluva Festbock that I would drink anytime but the Holsten and Dab Maibocks were far too light-tasting. To me, they were barely distinguishable from the pilsners. That's not a bock. So where did I find a Maibock-style beer that was worth its weight in bratwurst and lederhosens? Rogue Brewery in Newport, Oregon.

Yeah, Rogue Beard Beer is NOT gonna happen with me.
Nope! Never! I strain enough beer through my Movember

Unwittingly, I bought a Rogue Dead Guy Ale and got a taste of what a Maibock-style beer SHOULD taste like. Truth to tell, I bought it for the name and label, not even knowing it was a Maibock-style - a skeleton crouching on a barrel of beer, holding a beer stein and wearing what appears to a religious hat of sorts on his bony skeleton head. How could I not buy it? Like many craft/microbrewery beers, it was a fluke of sorts. Created as a one-time thing for Day of the Dead Celebrations in Newport back in the early-1990s (just a couple of years into the brewery's existence), the beer took off with living and dead beer drinkers alike. The dead were less emphatic but still their enthusiasm was felt from beyond and Rogue kept producing it. Four different malts (two German), two different hops, it's smooth with a kick. This is one damn tasty maibock-style beer that calls itself an ale so it doesn't scare the living and dead beer drinkers of Newport. So naturally, I sought out other Rogue products and stumbled onto their Rogue Brutal IPA. Imagine that? Me finding a new IPA? What are the odds? (Las Vegas Note: The actual odds that he WON'T mention a new IPA he loves are 10,000-to-1...)

The Toppermost of the Hoppermost.
Shut up, that's a clever turn of phrase!

Shut up, Vegas! I thought your damn motto was that it "stayed there." Lying sacks o' crap. So yeah, Rogue Brutal IPA... if you love IPAs, grab one! Its IBU (international bitterness units) is a moderate 59 but it gets its kick from Oregon-grown Crystal hops - a triple hop with three separate strains. Another kick-ass IPA up there with Grand Rapids Founder's Centennial IPA, Barrie's Flying Monkey's Smashbomb Atomic IPA, Kelowna's Tree Brewing's Hop Head IPA and Surrey's Red Racer IPA - another top gun to add to the "toppermost of the hoppermost."

Brew Ha Ha! Sidenote: When The Beatles were playing their early live shows and honing their skills on the sleazy bar strip in Hamburg, Germany in 1960 and John Lennon saw the boys flagging, he yelled into the mic, "Where we goin', boys?" The answer they yelled back that was meant to perk them up when the booze and Percocets were wearing off: "To the toppermost of the poppermost!" Meaning the pop charts. Which, of course, they would in just three short years. And yes, I will acknowledge it's 27% less clever when I have to explain where I came up with "hoppermost"...  (Las Vegas Note: We'll pay even money that it's more like 77%)

Oh, will you shut the hell up, Vegas!!!!!!! Anyway, Brutal IPA scored 97 on RateBeer; Dead Guy snagged 92 - I would have said about 95, had I been voting. Two top-flight brews, both well-deserved marks, says this Spider-Man Underwear Beer Drinking Guy. Hey, at least I'm not naked. Usually.

♫ Whisper words of wisdom, let it Beer...

Two Rogue beers that I am not likely to try anytime soon, my brand new close and personal friends at Rogue Brewery who will say they've never heard of me but that's just a game we play. Okay, there's a Rogue Beard Beer, made from the yeast from... (just let me read this again... yeah, that's what I thought it said...) the yeast collected from brewmaster John Maier's beard. The fact that he looks like a lot like a young Fidel Castro doesn't bother me. I'm Canadian so I always kinda thought Castro was a cool dude. No beer embargoes here! No, it's the beard thing. That said, my buddy in New Zealand, Stevil St Evil just saw a crapload of Rogue beers land in his local pub, The Malthouse, and I sensed he was a little disappointed that Beard Beer wasn't among them. He's gonna have to wait because I have a pretty general idea of the export laws. Plants, animals, insects and nasty-ass yeast-filled follicle-beers are not allowed on trans-Pacific flights. (Las Vegas Note: Oh, now we're an export expert, are we? Five Rogue Brutal IPAs and you can't even say "export expert" five times fast, Beer Boy...)

Is this beer? Is it breakfast? A snack? Who knows?

The other Rogue beer that's not happening in Donny's Bar and Grill? This bright pink bottle that looks like Pepto-Bismo has been coming back in our empties at the Beer Store: Rogue Voodoo Doughnut Chocolate Peanut Butter and Banana Ale. I'm not saying Rogue brewmaster John Maier was blasted on 'shrooms when he concocted this one... (Las Vegas Note: we'll wager 6-to-1 he was)... but yeah, gonna pass. Hope my new best friends at Rogue (Las Vegas Note: they hate you, dude) don't mind if I stick with their top guns - Dead Guy Ale and the Brutal IPA. And Vegas, shut up. The guys at Rogue are bound to fly me out to Newport in a private jet to sample their other wares when they see this. (Las Vegas Note: Aaaaand the wagering opens to 999-to-one...)

Okay, screeching back to Ontario and bock beers here. At the Beer Store where I work, we have one customer who will wait until we have Creemore Springs urBock in stock and will grab 24 or 48 tall cans at once. That's not a cheap investment. The other four Creemore Springs beers (Premium Lager, Pilsener, Altbier and Kellerbier are the others) are good. Damn good, actually. So I asked him. Customers often point me to hidden treasures that are, in fact, right in front of my face. And this guy hoards it for a reason.

Creemore Springs urBock: as good as the German stuff

So I snagged an urBock which we get during select times of the year. Oh man, that's a tasty little treat. It got a bit of a bitch-slap on RateBeer (76) but it is, by far, the best Canadian bock I've ever had. This, people, is a bock that will stand against the best Europe has to offer. Dark, textured, earthy... oh yeah. Don't bother with the German stuff, except maybe Holsten Festbock. Start here with this. Stay here with this.

Okay, a few more recent Beer Store offerings. You want an amber ale to try? Start with the Tree Brewing's Thirsty Beaver Amber Ale. It got spanked on RateBeer but I'll tell you differently - this is a nice amber ale. Caramel malts, lightly hopped, I quite enjoyed it and would drink this any time. The same goes for Hop City's Barking Squirrel Lager. It starts crisp and malty like any good lager does but with 28 IBUs, it also has a little kick in the pants that most lagers don't have.

This squirrel looking dubiously at a hop
reminds me a little too much of my Beer
Store co-worker Saga. He denies modelling
for this cartoon squirrel. I have my doubts.

Like Thirsty Beaver, it also got bent over the car hood by RateBeer (both were high-30s) which is why I don't put ultimate stock in any beer rating system. Yes, I will clamour to get my hands on anything that's rated in the high-90s because you know it's a special treat. But some of the lower-ranked beers have to be tasted too because when you write a beer blog, well, that's happily called research. But Barking Squirrel won the Gold Medal for North American Style Amber Lager at the 2013 Canadian Brewing Awards. But the coolest thing about Hop City Brewing out of Brampton was that it was created by two brewmasters, John and Kevin, who started it as a labour of love. John first took a job at a brewery 20 years ago simply because his mother asked him not to (dude, I can so relate...) and Kevin happily admits the very first batch of Barking Squirrel was made in his kitchen. Also they both hate being called brewmaster, preferring just brewers, so there's something very unassumingly Canadian about that.

Another that was a pleasant surprise was the new Budweiser Crown brewed up here by Labatt's as an answer to some of the top-flight beers coming out of the craft beer industry. In the U.S., it's brewed by giant Anheuser Busch and goes by the name Bud Black Crown. I have had both and would give the nod to the Labatt's version brewed north of the 49th Parallel. At 6%, it's a strong lager with dark copper colours and slightly maltier tweaks. The Labatt's version has not been scored yet but I suspect it would land slightly higher than the 10 scored by Black Crown on RateBeer. Maybe a 15 or so. Lagers get creamed on RateBeer which actually makes Barking Squirrel's 38 all the more impressive. That's actually pretty high for a lager - the least-favoured beer style to the RateBeer dudes.

Made to honour Dallas Green who records music under the
name City and Colour when he's not being lead singer and
guitarist for Montreal's Grammy-winning group Arcade Fire.

Last on deck was a limited release - Flying Monkey's City and Colour Imperial Maple Wheat because well, if Flying Monkeys makes it, I'm gonna try it. It's that simple. At first, I nearly balked at the $13 price for a single bottle but when I did the Math - 750ml at 11.5% - I realize that was actually the same as five bottles of beer in one big-ass bottle. Okay, the overpowering maple flavour in this nearly knocked me out of my chair. (Las Vegas Note: we'll wager it was the 11.5%, you pussy.) Very tasty though a little too sweet for me. Some nice vanilla undertones if you can work past the maple. My co-worker Saga would absolutely love this one - he goes for the funky malty offbeat ones while I head in the hoppy direction. Made to honour Canadian singer-songwriter Dallas Green (that's him on the funky box there), this is the brewery's second limited edition nod to Canadian musicians, the first being the release of their Barenaked Ladies Chocolate Imperial Stout a few years back. Oh man, I wish I'd gotten my hands on one of those back then. I bet it was dynamite. RateBeer gave it a solid 99 while the Imperial Maple Wheat clocked in at a very respectable 80. Chocolate stout... lemme at it! With the Imperial Maple Wheat clearly being a dessert beer, I turned to the Beeroness, Jackie out of California who creates recipes using craft beer, to ask what this maple beer would work best in. I had been scoping out her dessert recipes and was stymied. Her answer was something that should have been obvious - her Vanilla Bean Smoked Porter French Toast recipe. Simply substitute the Porter with the Imperial Maple Wheat. Check it out right here: Beeroness French Toast (Las Vegas Note: Seems pretty obvious to us. Are you certain you're Canadian?)

Stevil St Evil and his fancy new Spiegelau IPA glasses

Okay, a few shout-outs. First to coworker Marie whose son Mark gave my son David some Marvel superhero drinking glasses as a gift recently. While David loves them, they also are the perfect size for the 473-500ml single cans I often buy. Had some Nickel Brook Headstock IPA out of the Iron Man glass yesterday. Is that a perfect IPA glass? Hellz no... but it's the coolest. The perfect IPA glass would come from the German company Spiegelau and is being modelled to the right by my beer drinking comrade, Stevil St Evil. To see Stevil's home movie on the new glass, which is funny due to both his cat Squeak's constant interference and the gratuitous use of the word "butt plug", check out his home video here: Stevil's Newest Toy If you're interested here in Canada, Sears sells them. And finally, my former Beer Store co-worker Karolyn, has started her own blog, Confessional of a Former Fat Girl. Click on that link and navigate through by clicking on the underlined dates. It is a very clever, highly amusing look at life after a 100 pound weight loss. I remember when she was still in school, KC had to write a treatment script for The Big Bang Theory and I was one of the select few she sent it to. Holy crap, she had me in stitches reading it. Lemme tell you else - with her long naturally red hair and always-smiling prettiness, this young lady, who was always one of my favourite co-workers, absolutely rocked a Black Widow costume this past Halloween.

Well, that's it, that's all... I am outta here! Until next time (which will be in a few days), I remain...

German wheat beers in a class of their own

Flying Monkeys Stereo Vision American Kristall Wheat is
pretty damn good... except nothing BUT NOTHING
in this country matches a really good German weissbeer

When a German Duke enacted The Bavarian Purity Law back in 1493, it set the strictest brewing rules in the world at the time. And probably since. A strict German - what are the odds? Anyway, I have no idea what kind of power a Duke had in those days (more than brewers, clearly) but this dude's name was Duke George The Rich. I get the feeling the guy had a decently solid stockpile of Deutsche Marks in his piggy-bank because, well, his kinda-douchey name pretty much tells us that.

But there was actually noble method to Duke Rich George's madness. Men, women and children in those days quaffed back beer rather than water because the water systems in those days were pretty sketchy and with the average brew clocking at 1.5 to 3%, it was safer for the populace than chancing it with sludge water. But the Bavaria Purity Law made sure that Germans were getting properly-made beer by stating only three ingredients could be used in the brewing process: hops, barley and water.

Barney Stinson says: "Good German
weissbeers are legen - wheat for it - dary!"

Wheat and rye were excluded due to their scarcity and the fact the bread bakers needed them more. Notice something missing? Like say... yeast? Yup, that's because yeast hadn't been invented as a brewing/baking aid yet. So beer was left in open vats and waited for air-born yeast to settle into it. Anyone else glad they weren't drinking beer in 1493 Germany? Besides the gross idea of air-born yeast fermenting in your beer, you'd also be dead - so there's that, too. But damn, as a nation, they are serious about their beer so you gotta love that. Well, they also invented Oktoberfest so more beer-soaked love to them for that, too.

But eventually, rye and wheat were allowed in their beer brewing process and this is a very good thing. A high school buddy of mine, Haggis (nicknamed that back then due to his thick Scottish brogue), was in my store recently and was excitedly chatting about an upcoming trip to Europe for business. What he was most excited about? "There is NOTHING in this world like a good German wheat beer!"

I had my doubts. Based on the somewhat small selection of Canadian wheat beers I've had, it's not my favourite style. Plus should I accept the word of a high school friend who happily accepted us nicknaming him after sheep entrails? Molson created the Canadian Wheat last summer and while my co-workers all quite liked it, I thought it was 'meh'. Same for Big Rock Grasshopper Wheat Ale out of Calgary. To my mind, Flying Monkeys Stereo Vision American Kristall Wheat out of Barrie was a healthy huge step up from those two - it's like they're the only ones who tried - but I had come to accept that wheat beers just weren't my thing. There are so many other styles I seemed to prefer...

Weihenstephaner Hefe Weissbier: Not just
one of the best wheat beers in the world.
One of the best beers in the world... period!

Well, sonuvabitch, if Haggis wasn't right (and nothing from our high school days would have ever suggested that... for either of us, actually.) Out of a brewery in Freisling, Weihenstephaner Hefe Weissbier, a straight wheat beer, and Weihenstephaner Vitas, a single bock wheat, are two of the best beers I've ever had in my life. I'm a well-documented hop-head (that also had a very different definition during my and Haggis' high school days... just sayin') and wheat beers are pretty much the opposite of that. Both properly cloudy and darker in the case of Vitas (which spends extra time in the brewery's monastery basement), these two pack a full-bodied flavour with muted fruit overtones. These two smoked RateBeer.com with 99 and 98 respectively (I would have flipped those marks and given Vitas the edge).

Much the same result when I tried our three Hacker Pschorr beers out of  Munich, the Hefe Weisse, Munchener Gold and Munchner Kellerbier, respectively a wheat beer, a Dortmunder pils and a Zwickel lager. While I genuinely enjoyed the Gold and Kellerbier, the Hefe Weisse was light years ahead, according to my taste buds. That was pretty much back up by RateBeer with the Hefe Weisse being well into the 90s and the other two being much further back. However, when it came to the remaining wheat beers... well, this is where RateBeer and I parted ways.

German athlete Caroline Steffen celebrates winning the Datev Challenge
Roth triathlon back in July by pouring a big-ass Erdinger on her face.
Clearly, she has a drinking problem as she's completely missing her mouth!

Two German wheats that I also loved, Erdinger Weissbier, out of Erding and Schofferhofer Hefeweizen, out of Frankfurt, were given marks in the 50s and 60s - way too low, as far as I'm concerned. I now drink the Schofferhofer as much as I do my precious IPAs. Its bright orange 500ml can ($2.50) stands as a beacon in my fridge these days. (Not so much a beacon in my fridge these days - actual food.) To me, this pair was almost as good as the others.

Okay, here's where things get dodgy. Because I loved the German wheats so much, their lagers and pilseners fared less well with me which is odd because up until 6 months ago, lagers and pilseners were all I drank. I also had more room for food then but beer... uh, "research" takes up a lot of fridge space.

As German lagers/pilseners go, Hofbrau
Original pretty much set the benchmark

There were the usual suspects in this category... Dab Dortmunder, Radeberger Pilsner, Wernesgruner Pils, Bitburger Premium Pils, Spaten Munchen, Holsten Premium, Furstenberg Premium Pils and Krombacher Pils. These are all pretty decent beers but after the wheats? Sorry but the wheats are world-class, these are weak cousins by comparison. That said, I could happily recommend any of them to customers as they are probably fairly typical of the most popular German AND Canadian beer styles. However, for my money, Hofbrau Original was the best of that collective bunch. It had some extra character to its taste.

Interestingly enough, I thought both the Dab Maibock and Holsten Maibock weren't particularly strong either (far too light tasting and looking) but that the Holsten Festbock (though lowly-rated on RateBeer) packed a lovely punch as a full-bodied dark bock. And so you know Maibocks are called that because the only month they're brewed is May. No joke. There you go. Win a bar bet with that factoid. A really, really, really lame bar bet.

Breaking Bad beer... bitch, it's the bomb, yo! Made by Marble Brewing out
of Albuquerque, New Mexico (where the show was based), there's a
Heisenberg's Dark (black IPA) and a Walt's White Lies (white IPA)

So let's close up shop here with a shout-out. Since my blog brothers, Stevil St Evil and Glenn don't have fresh blogs since my last one (which was really just a few days ago), this blog's shout-out goes to my co-worker Marie who let me know Albuquerque craft brewer Marble Brewing has created TWO new IPAs in honour of the Breaking Bad's final season: a Heisenberg's Dark and a Walt's White Lies. Marie's closing out Season 3; I'm closing out Season 4 so don't tell us how it ends. Here's the link: Breaking Bad Beers
But I'm a little upset they didn't create a Jesse Pinkman This Shit Is Off The Hook, Yo IPA because he rocked that show so hard. Turns out the TV show used a lot of their beer during filming so they returned the favour. And two new IPAs that I've never tried??? Lemme at 'em! Not to mention my other co-worker Carter has made me aware of a double IPA from The Alchemist Brewery out of Waterbury, Vermont that's 120 IBUs, is 8% and scored 100 on both RateBeer and BeerAdvocate.com. It's called Heady Topper. If you need me, I'll be in Vermont... Okay, men, women and small beer drinking children from 1493 Germany, until next time, I remain...

So when is an IPA not really an IPA?

Not only is Keith's not an India
Pale Ale, I'm not even sure it's
an ale, period. Unless ale is
actually spelled "l-a-g-e-r" out
there in Halifax, Nova Scotia...

There seems to be some sort of online movement afoot to have Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale renamed. I can certainly understand why. Since IPAs are my beer style of choice these days, Keith's certainly doesn't measure up to the standards to which I hold a good IPA. (That's right, I used the word "I" and "standards" in the same sentence. Frankly, you should all be stunned that I have some... and less-than-shocked that my so-called "standards" pertain to beer...)

Okay, quick history recap: British ships sailing to India in the 1800s carried big-ass barrels of beer. Why? Because that's how countries made friends back in the 1800s. They got them drunk. Same as now but with ships. But the beer always arrived flat. Ask any guy in a frat house how many friends that's gonna score you. So British brewmasters discovered if you upped the hop level of the beer during its production, it would arrive in India fresh as a daisy... a beer-soaked daisy. A happy side-effect of this super-hopped joy juice was that British bar patrons thought, "Hey, this has some bite to it" and happily quaffed away until Jack The Ripper killed them. Well, if they were hookers. He seemed to leave everyone else alone. I'm not Sigmund Freud but I'm going to guess someone had Mommy Issues...

Okay, back to Keith's - so why the fuss? Well, present criteria for IPAs generally call for the beer to have at least 5.5% alcohol by volume (though most are over 6%) and anywhere in the range of 40 to 100 IBUs (international bitter units) which is what gives IPAs their tangy quality.

Flying Monkey Brewing founder and owner Peter Chiodo
holds up one of Canada's best IPAs, Smashbomb Atomic
IPA. This stuff makes you feel 10 times more super-clever...

Keith's, on the other hand, is only 5% and has an IBU of less than 20. And good luck finding out what its IBU is. The actual IBU of Keith's is written on a note in the left pocket of missing gangster Jimmy Hoffa - my guess? About 10 to 15. Beer purists argue, and I get this, that Keith's should not identify itself as an IPA. Indeed, when it is shipped to the United States, it is under the name Alexander Keith's Nova Scotia Style Pale Ale. Keith's, on the other hand, is resisting the notion of a name change, noting simply that they've been brewing it since the 1800s, calling it that since the 1800s and that the beer snobs are free to take a long walk off a short Nova Scotia pier. Was Keith's IPA an actual hop-driven IPA back in the 1800s that has simply been mellowed down to suit the generic tastes of the typical Canadian beer drinker? Possibly. Let's find a Nova Scotian who was of legal drinking age in 1850 and ask him, shall we?

Now THIS was an awesome American find!!! Founder's
Brewing, out of Grand Rapids, Michigan, make this
outstanding Centennial IPA. So good, it gave me wood.

Anyway, the brew-ha-ha (geezuz, that sounds familiar) has gotten to the point where a West Coast craft beer lover has started a petition, trying to force Keith's to change the name. This is the petition: Petition Against Keith's Despite the fact the petition is over a year old, only 188 have signed it - in a country of 34 million. Why? Because "who cares", that's why. My sole concern would be if it was getting shipped to the United States as Canada's leading-selling IPA. But it's not. So to the Americans reading this, let me just say this: Keith's is a large-selling, mass produced Canadian lager. Would I order one in a bar? Absolutely. It's a decent little beer, not an IPA but still good enough to get the job done. But I would also wanna know what the guy on the floor had been drinking so I could try that, too. As Molson's motto goes: An honest beer makes its own friends. And eventually, the floor becomes a familiar acquaintance. (Molson's might not have said that second part...)

The best part of Red Racer IPA from Central City
Brewing in Surrey, BC, is that it was created by a
friend of a friend. So it's my friend by association.

Anyway, since I attended the Roundhouse Craft Beer Festival in the summer, I have been on a Sacred Quest For Hops. You can read about that here: Don's Sacred Quest For Hops Unless you already have, then don't bother. It's not like I've added naked Oktoberfest pictures. (Or have I? Muah ha ha ha ha...) But regular readers know the two Canadian IPAs I love the most are Muskoka Brewery's Twice As Mad Tom Double IPA and Flying Monkey Brewing's Smashbomb Atomic IPA. So have I found similar hidden hoppy treasures since then? Well, of course, I have!! What, you think I sit on my thumbs all day? That would give me thumb arthritis and the thumb is a key and much-needed component in lifting a glass of beer.

First up is Grand Rapids, Michigan, brewery Founders which created its outstanding Centennial IPA. At 7.2% and an IBU of 65, this is a damn fine craft brewery IPA. RateBeer agrees, scoring it at 99, one point higher than Smashbomb Atomic and Twice As Mad Tom. Michigan, take a bow. You have a giant in your midst. The floral aroma, citrusy hops... all bang on.

Out of Kelowna, BC, Tree Brewing's Hop Head IPA is a
strong contender as one of the country's top IPAs

My New Zealand pal, Stevil St. Evil, has been long warning me to keep my eyes peeled for Red Racer IPA. Why? Well, during his bartending days in BC back in the 1980s, Stevil used to work with a chap named Gary Lohin, who then went onto a brew-pub in the 1990s and is currently the brewmaster of Central City Brewing in Surrey, BC. It was Gary who created Red Racer IPA. Stevil, living in NZ as he does, has never had it - it was created after his departure overseas. But I have. And it, too, is top of the class at 6.5% and an IBU of 80-plus. Kangeroos aren't this hoppy. Or delicious. (I assume.) Gary has made an absolutely dynamite beer (also 99 on RateBeer) that has seen numerous returns to the fridge in Donny's Bar and Grill.

A shout-out to my homies, Nickel Brook, parked down the
street and around the corner from me and their punchy
hop fix, Headstock IPA. Absolutely lovin' that it's local

Out of Kelowna, BC, Tree Brewing has created a winner with Hop Head IPA. At 5.8%, which is a little light, and an IBU of 64, this is a strong contender but a wee step lower on the challenger's list than the above-mentioned beer. And I do mean wee step. Don't get me wrong, it scored 95 on RateBeer so it's no slouch. It's just that the competition at the top is so strong. I am eagerly searching out their Hop Head Double IPA (8%, 90 IBU) because I suspect it could crack one of the top spots. Interestingly enough, I recently spotted a Hop Head Black IPA and grabbed a 650ml bottle. Made as a limited edition for the recent "Beer Me, BC" campaign, the one-off is 8.3% and a mind-numbing IBU of 161. The human palate can't even discern above 100. Wanna know what a black IPA with a ridiculously-high IBU level tastes like? IT TASTES LIKE A PORTER!!! Not a little, not a lot - exactly like a porter. I really loved it but like Keith's, it doesn't belong in this IPA edition of Brew Ha Ha! However, that said, it would be perfect for this Pulled Chicken Sliders recipe, courtesy of the Beeroness out of California. Check out that recipe here: Slow Cooker Beer Chicken Sliders... MMMMM

You can't call yourself Immortal when your IBU is a girly 42.
Zeus called - he wants the image of his hand holding a
lightning bolt removed from your packaging at once... if
that 42 IBU figure is correct. It might be 65. We're not sure

Gonna leave my last big shout-out to my home-boys at Nickel Brook Brewing here in Burlington for their Headstock IPA. It scored a little lower on RateBeer (90) but at 7.5% and a nifty 80 IBU, it's one of my favourites. A big part of that is that the brewery is a 10 minute drive from my casa. Like Smashbomb and Red Racer, I buy the stuff all the time. I love it. Okay, quickly wrapping this puppy up, both Amsterdam Boneshaker IPA out of Toronto (7.1%, 65 IBU) and Phillip's Brewing Hop Circle IPA out of Victoria, BC (6.5%, approx 65 IBU) are worth trying. I was warm enough to Elysian, The Immortal IPA out of Seattle but even at 6.3%, its IBU was a sissy 42... or it is 65? I've read both numbers from different sources, both connected to the brewery. (Pretty sure, it's 65 - I can kinda tell now.) And from there, the list went down. Two at the bottom in particular, Paddock Wood 606 IPA out of Saskatoon and Dead Elephant IPA out of St Thomas, Ontario were both dreary efforts. Their brewmasters would be drawn and quartered in ye olden days.

Next up, this weekend, in fact, Brew Ha Ha! FINALLY has its Germany beer in the spotlight. And people, there are some outstanding ones, particularly in a beer style that I am not a fan of in Canada. What style is that? Wait until the weekend. Don't be so damned impatient. Have a Red Racer IPA and chill...

Okay, shout-out... first on deck is New Zealand's own Stevil St Evil who has a very good reason to quaff back the brewskis. It seems after two major operations, his internal thermostat is set at Human Torch levels. Check it out here at: Is It Hot In Here... Or Is It Just Me? And I would like to give my homey, Glenn, a shout-out but I can't even find a recent blog from him... oh well, next time. Until then, I remain...

Casinos and Oktoberfests and beers... oh my!

Seneca Casino in Niagara Falls, New York. They knew I was
coming so the spotlights came on... to try and catch me first!

Well, I had a rare Saturday off two weekends ago from the Beer Store... so what to do? What to do? Well, let's not mince words. It was sunny and beautiful out so drinking beer was definitely on the daily forecast. (Much like it would have been if the weather was crap... I don't let Mother Nature dictate Happy Hour... miserable old bitch...)

So I broached the "where" with my beautiful partner-in-crime, Michele and turns out she had an idea. A damn good one, actually. Seems she and her girlfriends are big fans of heading to Seneca Casino in Niagara Falls, New York for their annual Girls Night Outs. And by annual, I mean, sounds like they go at least once a month. Because girls will be girls, you only live once and any number of rationalizations that spell out the same thing: "Sketchy judgement and risk-taking is fun!"

I won $127 on a penny slot machine called Bier Haus... I wish
I was kidding but no, the irony is busy beating me to death

Hell, throw beer into the mix and I'm pretty much there. Sketchy Judgement, Risk-Taking and Beer are basically the first three chapters in The Story Of Don. So Seneca Casino it was!

Now despite five trips to Las Vegas, I'm honestly not much of a gambler. This day would be no different. Whether it's Vegas or Niagara Falls, I have noticed one thing: feed the bartender some money, there's a pay-off every time. I like a sure thing. So I play the penny slots because one $20 bill equals 2,000 credits and stretches out the gaming fun. I'm not there to strike it rich. I'm there to drink beer... and not go broke doing so.

Magic Hat #9 Not Quite Pale Ale was my first American
craft beer purchase actually on American soil! The verdict?

So I fed a $10 bill into a slot machine and basically, played it and a bunch others. My gambling system is this: no quick pay-off? Cash out and feed the cash voucher into another machine. Until that machine pays out... then it's "see ya later" because I've used up its luck. No casino is gonna get rich from me. My $10 got up to about $48 and I told Michele, "The minute it hits $50, I'm cashing out and using a fresh bill." It never did. In fact, slowly but surely, it dropped to 191 credits... so $1.91. Then I found a machine called - no joke - Bier Haus, complete with a cartoon of a pretty blonde German lady with two huge... flagons of ale. So in went my 191 credits. Got up to about $4 and then suddenly, the machine informed me I had 20 free-spins... which the machine does itself. Lights were flashing, lines were connecting in an incomprehensible way... and within about two minutes, those 400 credits were suddenly 12,700 credits. So $127. I cashed out.

How is a Burlington (Ontario) American Style Pale Ale better
than a North Burlington, Vermont one? Beats me but yeah...

And that was it for my gambling on the day. Walked in with $100 to wager, walked out with $167... all good. (I mistakenly put a $20 bill in a $5 Blackjack machine... gone in 60 seconds...) Michele left with about $200 profit but she's a slot pro next to me what with those Girls Nights. (Note to self: she gambles, drinks beers, loves road trips... hmmm, my Spider-Sense is tingling... oh yeah... keeper. Also she made me some kick-ass chili so... well, guys will understand.)

However, Brew Ha Ha! is in the United States... what am I gonna do? Damn straight. Find some American craft beer. And I did... at a 7-11, all of places. Grabbed a 6-pack of Magic Hat #9 Not Quite Pale Ale from North Burlington, Vermont. The verdict? Well, no offense, America but Flying Monkeys Hoptical Illusion Almost Pale Ale (Barrie) and especially Spearhead Hawaiian Style Pale Ale (Toronto) blow this out of the water. It's decent, good, actually... but not great. I expect my craft brew to be the exception to the rule. As I have discovered, that is not always the case.

So there's GOOD vanilla...
and BAD vanilla...

However, I wouldn't be Brew Ha Ha! if I left you with a below-average Pale Ale. So I won't. On your behalf (all you, not me) I tried a Naughty Neighbour American Style Pale Ale out of Nickel Brook Brewery in my city of Burlington. Okay, it's a pale ale so just 38 IBUs (international bitterness units) and 4.9%, making it palatable to pretty much everyone. AND just as good as Hoptical or Spearhead. RateBeer agrees, giving it an outstanding 94. Try it... it's damn good. And to me, local!

Okay, to prove I'm not dissing American crafties, I tried a Granville Island Lions Winter Ale not too long ago. I truly have loved EVERY Granville Island offering so far... until this one. Holy crap... WAY too much vanilla!!! Too sweet! I can't say it's a bad beer because everyone at my store except me loves this stuff. Co-worker Saga regularly recommends it. I cannot. That said, I can't let a beer so many (other than me) truly like go without use. So here's a nod to food guru Jackie, The Beeroness, out of California, who has a website using craft beers in food recipes. Lions Winter is a dark ale, not a porter, but man, it would work really well  in her Vanilla Bean Smoked Porter French Toast recipe right here, which I'll call...Try Lions Winter In This  I bet Lions Winter would rock this!

But is it the vanilla that throwing me off? Uh, no. Not at all. Toronto's Mill Street Brewery came out with a Vanilla Porter Draught that's absolutely delicious. This is definitely a cold winter day kind of beer. As it turns out, it's also an Autumn Writing A Blog Today kind of beer. RateBeer.com bears this out... 88 for the Vanilla Porter, 62 for the Lions Winter. I would have made that spread much larger. But I'm not gonna argue with co-workers... even if they're messed up and weird. You can get it in single cans at the LCBO. Even if you're not a porter drinker (which I didn't think I was), try one. Less than $3 a can. Worth every penny. Also worth trying in Jackie's French Toast recipe, I would say.

Mill Street Oktoberfest: Where German-type Lederhosen dudes chug beer
upside-down. Saga's in this picture but I can't say where. Hint: cheesy beard.

And speaking of Mill Street, last Thursday, me, Saga and co-worker Scotty went to Mill Street Brewery's Oktoberfest and man, fun was had. As well as the many Mill Street offerings (as host bar), there were nine other craft breweries on hand, mostly with their specialty one-offs.

As soon as I was through the door, the first offering I saw? Flying Monkeys Red-On-Red Ale at a nifty 9.5%. My favourite brewery? A high-test beer? Me with a cheesy little 8-ounce mug? Yeah, they saw some of my business. Hoppy as hell for a red ale... had to be at least 60 IBUs. Loved it. Also on that list? Lake of Bays 10 Point IPA. Awesome beer. Pretty sure it's in their regular line-up so watching for it.

But the best moment of the night (as many are if you work with this dude) came from Saga. Saga is all about funky malts. I am all about kick-ass Chuck Norris-level hops. That's why they call me Hopmaster D and why they call Saga... Weird Squirrel Guy.
So anyway, Saga is trying all these funky malt beers.

Why to love Oktoberfest: Das Bier Boot...

And at the Mill St bar, he sees a root beer flavoured beer on the spigots.
So he ponies up his beer chip and gets that. I hate root beer so I had a sip. Tasted exactly like root beer. *Ugh* But Saga's impressed.
Another guy comes up to the bar and says, "I'll try that root beer flavoured one..." Saga says: "Dude, it's great! Tastes exactly like root beer!"
To which the pretty bartender says: "Uhhh, that's because it IS root beer..."  And that's the story of how Mr Malt, Saga, blew a beer chip on soda pop. And because he and I are both big Breaking Bad fans, I had to go all Jesse Pinkman on his ass. "Bitch, you got A&W-ed, yo!"

"Hey honey, can you get me a...?" No!!! Not even once!!!!

Okay, that's it for this go-around. German beers coming but I have so many, it may be two blogs... or one that's basically... "Sucks, sucks, great, great, sucks, sucks..."

Shout-outs. Stevil St Evil is a bad bad man. Awful bad. Ashamed to know him. Terrible evil. But hey, he's also a crapload of fun, too!!! Here he is, in all his evil glory: Way Taller Than You And then there's Glenn. Freak show... but low-level... a light no-name margarine to Steve's rich creamy butter. Glenn's here talking about some chick show at:  Why Am I Talking About This?

That's it, space cadets... I am the eff outta here! Until next time, I remain...

Brew-Ha-Ha! gets CYBER-JACKED!!!!

Let's face it... is there any place a guy likes shopping more than the Beer Store? My store is one of those big self-serve outlets where customers can wander up and down the aisles, happily looking at all the products. Our overflow beer is stacked and bound on skids above the shelves (much like a Costco) so basically everywhere you look... BEER!!!

Remember this? Probably not. But your Dad does. And your
Grand-Dad does. Wasn't sexy or sassy... but it worked...

A little more than a year ago, we were a conventional store - the kind your fathers and grandfathers remember where you stood in line, looked at the big chart of beer on the wall and told the guy at the mic what you wanted, paid him and *poof* within seconds it would come sliding down the rollers and appear through the "magic beer hole"... (It was called Brewer's Retail back in the days of yore...)
Customers love the new set-up - well, 95% of our clientele is male, after all. The female clientele spend most of their time in our cooler shivering - a inner-thermostat condition that deftly explains why men never have any blankets in the morning, a.k.a. the Cover Hog Syndrome. Not a guy in the world I have to explain that to.
But guys wander through there like it's a Big Guy Disneyworld. I asked one guy recently who seems to be wandering aimlessly up and down the aisle if he needed help finding anything. "Nah, man," he laughed, "I just love looking at all this beer. This must be what my wife feels like in a shoe store."

Yeah, like everyone else, I've heard a few complaints about the Beer Store. At the moment, a Toronto daily newspaper seems to have us in its sights - and that's fine. Any business should be able to take a couple of shots. The litany of complaints is the usual... "It should be in corner stores", "the system is archaic and an anachronism" and the latest volley in the fray, "it's not under Canadian ownership..."

... and Mother Nature loves us too!!!!

I get those complaints but let's look at them. Anyone who's been to Quebec knows corner-store beer. And the first thing I notice? Man, that's a bit pricey. The second thing I wonder? How strict are they on ID-ing people? (The last available ID stat I could dig up was 2007 where we shot down 111,000 under-agers. I'm gonna claim about 150 of those myself.)

It's an anachronism - something historically out of place and time? Uhhhh, it's been around since 1927 so are we a little long in the tooth? Duh? It's 86 years old. Keeping in mind, I do NOT speak on behalf of the Beer Store - I'm just a beer slinger at one of over 400 stores - but let's be frank. To me, that suggests two things. One, as business models go, that tells me it has always worked well for the Province. (I'm also not a Business Major but rather spent more than a couple of decades as a journalist. But if something works, I can kinda tell...) And two, that's why stores, such as mine, are evolving with the times.
And finally, foreign ownership: this is true. Sleeman's is owned by Japan's Sapporo; Molson's is owned by American giant Coors and Labatt is owned by Inter-brew, a Belgium giant.

To this, I say, "So what?" The beers brewed here by Canadians, distributed here by Canadians and sold here by Canadians. I would ask those journalists what kind of car they drive? A nice Canadian car such as a Ford, GM or Chrysler, maybe? All foreign-owned by our friends to the south. A Hyundai or Nissan? Really? I could go on. In fact, I would love them to show me 12 big-ticket things in their houses, besides the maple syrup in their fridges, that are Canadian.

The Beer Store is as Canadian as this dude!!!

So let's look at a few other pluses we have at the Beer Store! Some 95% of what's sold in Beer Stores come right back to us as a empty return. That's some impressive recycling and it's been going on since 1927. You know what wasn't in our lexicon in 1927? The word "recycling" - wouldn't be invented for another 50-plus years. Since we started the Ontario Return Deposit Program (ODRP) in 2007, well over a billion wine and liquor containers has been returned to us for recycling - put 'em end-to-end, they'd reach three-quarters of the way to the moon. With NASA outta commission, we're the closest thing to "shoot for the moon" these days, baby. Beer bottles are, of course, reused about 15 times.
Frankly, I think the Beer Store's motto should be: "Hey, be nice to us! We're your local landfill's best friend."
And selection? We have over 350 different brands in our store... I'd suggest we're closing in on 400 at my place. Fortunately, that give me and co-worker Saga an excuse to try something new every week. We're good with that.
Over 87 different brewers are represented in our store and much to my delight, we're seeing new craft beers show up every week...

And finally, I think it's important to remember... hey... what's happening to my screen? What the hell is going on her*

Greetings to all you Brew-Ha-Ha readers! I’m “Stevil St. Evil”, Don’s longtime drinking/college pal (mostly in spirit for the last 30-odd years, as our orbits haven’t coincided since I moved away from Ontario). I’ve temporarily seized control of the Brew-Ha-Ha reigns here for a wee bit, because I’ve got a few things to say about the way things are there in Ontario beer-wise … compared to the things I’ve seen (that cannot be UNSEEN!) in my two big moves around the planet, since living in and around Toronto.

When you move to a new place, you naturally start comparing things to where you came from. And if you’re of the ilk of Don and I (hey, do I know you?), these things we immediately start thinking of are pretty much beer-and-fun centric.

I bounced out of Toronto to Vancouver in 1986, just in time for the big World Expo there. This year-long event was a unique thing to experience – as was life in a new city, in a province with distinctly different climate, geography, and especially liquor/beer rules … compared to the ones I’d been lumbered with for most of my life, living in Stodgy Victorian Upper Canada (oops, I mean, Ontario).

For starters: there were different kinds of beer available in Vancouver. Sure, the standard Labatt and Molson products were on hand. But there was also a private little brewery in the heart of the city called Granville Island Brewing Company. The fact it was on a chunk of land designated as an “island” was a bit of a misnomer – it is, in fact, a peninsula (so not island-like at all, which means ‘surrounded by water’). And it was right in the city, along a strange little stretch of water called “False Creek”, which was actually part of the ocean that forked inland a little bit. But I digress.
Granville Island Brewing made a selection of beers that were noticeably different to what Molson’s and Labatt’s had been cranking out. These beers looked, smelled, and tasted different...


The brewers had a bold way of doing things there – they were using just four ingredients (water, hops, malt and yeast). Seems this was a “beer standard” recipe made official some time back in 1516 by Germans keen on making sure no one forgot that it’s JUST four ingredients that comprise beer. They gave it a name, too: The Bavarian Purity Law.

Granville Island Brewery... giving bland the big B.C. BOOT!!!!

This is where my beer education really started to improve … or in fact, start. Seems I knew NOTHING (and my name isn’t even Jon Snow!)  Following the end of Prohibition, the businessmen (not to be confused with actual brewers) raced out of the gates to flood the North American market with some strange concoctions that weren’t really beer … they did this by adding a whole whack of things to that simple, four-ingredient beer recipe to make their … beverages … ferment faster, and last longer on the shelf. I rapidly developed a taste (some might say, an addiction. But that’s such a strong word …) for Granville Island’s “actual, real beer”. I noticed it had nuances, flavours, and aromas not found in the ones I had been drinking.. And an added bonus … with Granville Island beer, the hangovers were pretty much non-existent the next day! 
Then I noticed something magical about how I could obtain this elixir of the gods. The liquor laws in BC back in the late 80s were a fair bit more “drinker friendly” than Ontario’s. Last call in bars was 2 a.m., not the 12:45 a.m. indignity forced down funsters’ throats in Ontario bars. And then I discovered another wondrous thing – if you still felt like having more fun as the bars were closing, yet were out of beer at home? Why, there was this fantastic thing called “Off Sales” – meaning, you could buy beer from the bar, legally, to take home with you.

You could have knocked me over with a feather … sure, a really BIG feather, but a feather. There were limitless possibilities with this concept … let’s say, you and your pals just met some hot ladies, they were keen to keep on partying, and were willing to amass back at someone’s apartment for said activities – why, the bar people were right there, your virtual wingmen! They would gleefully sell you a bunch of beer to take with you, to facilitate said fun!

A pox on your weak-ass middle-of-the-road light
American big name glasses of beer substance! Light???

I lived in Vancouver for 15 years following that move out for Expo ’86. And the ‘micro brewery’ (aka ‘craft brewery’) movement blossomed into a serious, going concern. Suddenly there were a LOT of new little breweries cropping up, selling wonderful, real, interesting, tasty beer. Most of this was only available in pubs at first (via kegs of it on tap). Later on, bottling and canning ensued … now granted, I didn’t know until much later, when I moved to Wellington New Zealand, but the primary style of beer being made in Vancouver in those days was modeled after the English “ESB”, or Extra Special Bitter style. There were of course lagers, pilsners, stouts, pale ales and the like available. And some time around the early 90s, one of the pioneer new brewers, Shaftesbury, fronted up with a kickass, double-strength (9%) Xmas ale that literally blew EVERYONE’S socks off!
Little did I know, however, that my education on how things are different in new places wasn’t quite over with yet. I fell for a lovely Kiwi woman and moved to New Zealand’s capital in 2001 (Wellington) … and once again found myself knee-deep in the hoopla of even BETTER drinking and fun rules … or more precisely, lack of rules.

It was quickly made apparent that Canadian booze laws overall are rather … draconian. You could even call them were-wolfian. Even Frankenstein-ian. Mostly, they were old fashioned, and designed to be no fun at all. They were (and likely still are) an affront to anyone who doesn’t like being treated like a reckless child (sure, we ARE that … but come on. Innocent until proven recklessly guilty!!)

This is where I live. It rocks!!! I mean that literally, as well.
Man, we get a shit-ton of earthquakes. But the calibre
of beer makes up for it. Oh, and the weather. Also rocks!

I instantly discovered the government here in New Zealand is far less invasive than anywhere in Canada. Put simply, they leave you to your own devices for the most part. They don’t fill their every waking moment coming up with rules and laws that make NO sense, like inconveniencing you as to where, when and how you can buy liquor, wine or beer …

The Kiwis are a fantastic folk, too. They’re fun-loving, and cheeky, and will instantly adopt you as a close mate the moment they find out you like to have fun, too.

When I first got here, the beer was much the same as what was on offer in Vancouver. There were the “big boy” brewers with their bland chemical soups … with a smattering of a few local craft brewers.

Then around about 2005, the whole craft brewing thing just lit up and took off like a NASA rocket. Suddenly new craft brewers were cropping up everywhere … and as more great beer became available, places to drink said beer were popping up everywhere too!

At this writing, there are close to 50 craft breweries around the country (most are in, or close to, Wellington) and at least a dozen bars and pubs really, REALLY close to me that ONLY serve craft beer.


The sky’s the limit for styles of beers made here too – while the big trend at the moment is the “IPA” style (India Pale Ale) with butt-loads of hops, there’s every other style imaginable too. Wellington has rapidly become a hotbed of choices for any kind of beer style you can imagine … and now, even some styles that are being invented by these clever, industrious, eagerly keen and fun young guys who have started up all these great new breweries!
The reason so many breweries – and pubs – have taken seed and grown like wildfire is, the lack of stupid rules here (compared to Canada) for getting stuff like this happening. The government here knows a good thing when it sees it. Sure, booze is taxed here like it is in Canada. And of course you need a permit to get brewing – but permits are incredibly easy to obtain. Essentially it’s like any other thing that happens in New Zealand: got a good idea, some money saved, and a good credit rating? Fill your boots! (which means: have at it, go wild!)

Now a few more details about the beer drinking (and obtaining of same) here. Unlike the government hammer-lock on how, where and when you can buy alcohol for home use in Canada, here it’s all privatized. We can buy beer & wine in grocery and corner stores. There are also private “bottle shops” that sell everything, including hard liquor. And it’s all consumer and market driven … no set prices, and sales on things abound. Prices for beer and wine at grocery stores are especially cheap all the time, because those two items are always advertised as super-cheap – on sale as “loss leaders”.

Then there’s the option to buy draft beer! A few of the bigger bottle shops have the marvelous option of filling up “flagons” (large glass or plastic bottles) with draft beer. That’s right – draft taps in the store. The best of the lot, a store called “Regional” here in Welly, has 21 draft taps featuring local craft beers. You can rock up with your own “flagon” or just use one of their 1 or 2-litre plastic bottles.

A few of the crafty beer bars have this option too. Like “off sales” in BC, Canada, you can grab flagons (or bottles) on your way home.

And if that wasn’t enough, most of the new crafty breweries have “cellar doors”, like in the wine trade – a room attached to the brewery where you can rock in, sample all the different beers they have on offer, and then buy some (either in a flagon, or in bottles or cans). They of course also have t-shirts, hats, and such on offer.

Now – all that great stuff would make for a really cool and fun atmosphere for the likes of someone like me, to really enhance the idea of living here. But wait … there’s MORE!

When I first got here, I gleefully announced to my Canadian friends that it appeared they invented a country JUST FOR ME! … because last call in bars on the weekends never happens, you can drink straight through from Friday morning to Sunday night without the bars closing … and the ease of setting up a bar here extended to the point where there are bars in office building lobbies. There was a just such a bar in the lobby of the first job I got here. Talk about convenience plus: For fun, one day I timed myself. It took 46 seconds from leaving my desk, casually going down the elevator, to being in the bar with a drink in my hand. Best of all, the bar owner gave everyone in the office building a discount card for drinking there.

Fast-forward to now, today … and there are discounts galore available at all the crafty beer pubs, thanks to some clever folks who formed an ‘umbrella’ organization here called “SOBA” – the Society Of Beer Advocates... These Folk Right Here!
For a modest yearly subscription of $40, I get a card which gives me discounts on beer in several of the crafty pubs in town. SOBA also organizes beer fests and events (like new beer launches – this happens every Tuesday in one of the best craft bars here, Hashigo Zake... This Bar Right Here!

We elite SOBA members also get first dibs on parties at breweries, tasting events, ‘degustation’ meals where beer and food are matched … and one of the most sensationally fun things I’ve ever seen and been a party to – “Tap Takeovers”.

Simply put, a Tap Takeover is where a single brewery will join forces with one pub, and put ALL their beers exclusively on tap for a night. It sounds like a piratey thing to do, and in a way, it is … but YARRRR it’s all in good fun!

To expand on how much fun this idea is … during the night of a Tap Takeover, there are discounts on the beer, and the owner and staff of the brewery are on hand to meet-and-greet the faithful. You can chat with them and learn about the various beers, the operation, or just generally have a laugh. Like winery people, brewers are really fun, friendly people who really like what they do (they have a lust for life and are positive about all that they do!), and they really want to hear what you think of their products.

The other aspect of the lifestyle here that makes this whole craft brewing/craft pub/super fun stuff even MORE fun is, the attitude of all the people involved.

There is a brotherhood amongst all the brewers and pub owners. They encourage each other, they help out. They talk each other’s products up. There’s NO crazy competitive nature, no one-upmanship. They band together as one because it’s a sensible thing to do – their main goal is to get “real” beer out to people, to educate folks that there’s more to beer drinking than the mass-produced chemical soups offered up by the “big boy” brewers.

So at a Tap Takeover night (or a launch of a new beer), staff from all the other crafty brewers and pubs will be on hand to join the fun and encourage the featured brewers.

One other really cool aspect of the craft brewing/craft pub explosion going on here in New Zealand is the inventiveness of some of the people involved. In particular, Dom Kelly is the owner/operator of Hashigo Zake. Besides totally eschewing any kind of mainstream beer, Dom goes out of his way to contact – and import – craft beer from all over the world. The fridge at Hashigo’s is chock-a-block with fantastic offerings from the USA (yes Virginia, there is more to beer life in the States than Bud, Miller and Coors!), Europe, the UK, and Japan (a country which is hugely infatuated with craft beer!)

I’ll finish up here, because there seems to be some sort of internet interference cutting in from Spain … I’ll quickly just say that there are loads of other reasons why life in NZ is pretty damn fine. The climate is one of the main things … aside from being gleefully happy that the government treats us drinkers like adults and generally leaves us alone … it’s also really nice to discover you don’t have to live in a place with insane temperature extremes, like Canadians suffer through.

Canada can be as crazy-hot and humid in summer as the high 30s to low 40s Celsius, and then savagely cold in winter down to – 40 as well. Those are two extremes I don’t operate well in.

Here in New Zealand, it’s all about the temperate climate. Summers in Welly balance out to the mid to high 20s Celsius, and winters rarely get colder than 10C.

These are easy-going temperatures that make it really conducive (and fun!) for going out to have fun in a crafty brew bar, or at a beer fest, or at an outdoor concert where there’s really good beer and wine on offer.

OK what the hell is happening here now? … the signal is cutting out … ¿que pasa, amigo? ……

Brew-Ha-Ha readers! Escuchadme! (… what? wrong wha…? Oh shit!) Brew-Ha-Ha readers, Hear me! I am not Don's evil twin brother Gary, firstly because I’m younger, and secondly because he's the evil one. No seriously, I grew up with him, he is the evil one, well, I mean of the two of us, he's THE Evil One per se. (Ex-wives' opinions don't count)

In my youth I had an epiphany and it went like this; if a load of people left Europe and went to the Americas in order to live a more staid and puritan lifestyle, then obviously they didn't like to party, (don't look for historical accuracy here, eh?) and if that was the case, it was obvious to me that the place I wanted to be was the place they didn't want to be. That was twenty-eight years ago.
On arriving the first were the British pubs. Ignoring beer entirely, pubs are just such a cool place to partake of fermented beverages. Everything just emanates - This is about drinking and being with friends. - I recall very little of those early days… (and for some reason the few memories I do retain all share an optical perspective akin to reclining on the sidewalk.)
Later the countries were many and all with their own wonderful beers of course, but Belgium, woof! Not a giant in Europe, it's around the size of Lake Superior (look, don't expect geographical accuracy either) and yet, 450 different varieties of beer (since Medieval days apparently), and approximately 178 breweries, ranging from big internationals to microbreweries, says the internet, I didn't know that then. I remember at the time simply thinking - Jeez they've got a lot of different kinds of beer. I seized the opportunity at hand and recall very little of that time period.

Yeah, basically, I just wanted to use a picture of really
pretty Oktoberfest women so I mentioned Germany

Germany of course, a big beer drinking country, Oktoberfest, large breasted women carrying five mammoth mugs of beer in each hand. As would any virile young man, I hefted my mug with one hand, just long enough to get a good slug of beer and the mug back on the table before the sweat broke out on my forehead from the exertion. A few mugs in I discovered a decidedly less virile two-handed approach and it worked so much better. I recall very little after that discovery.

Spain, that's where I am now, admittedly, not famous for their beer, but for a very good reason - they make really good wine. They do however drink a lot of beer as well. San Miguel has kind of made it around a bit. There was an old San Miguel factory or warehouse, I don't know, it had long been in disuse by then, yet there it was, just outside HCMC (a.k.a. Saigon). So go figure, eh?! It was available when I was in Viet Nam, but I drank local. When Stevil checked out the beer I drank with the International Beer Industry Crap to Fantastic Scale (the IBICFS for short), he almost had a fit. In a world where multiple digit beer is greatly smiled upon, it appears mine had but a single, and low, digit. Now in its defence I have to say that it had a super cool, so obviously non-beer name - Zorok - so close to being Zorro that I imagined it's the beer he drinks, and its colours are a wild green and gold combo. But more importantly, given that so few people drank it, and I did explain this to Stevil, I was always ensured icy cold beer. That's a big plus in my book in a place like that.

Zorok: Did it fare well on Don and Steve's Fancy
Schmancy Beer Scale? No. But it's like 28 cents.

Now I can appreciate making oneself better acquainted with anything interesting and fun, but Beer? Well hell yeah, why not?! It's interesting, has a long history, is immensely popular, a shit load of fun and there is a huge variety to be had, (wine's kind of like that too.) The more dedication the more experience the more knowledge and thus, the connoisseur, an expert or, A person with a special knowledge or appreciations of a field, esp in the arts, says one dictionary.

Having read both Don and Stevil's words, and from having known both back in College days, of which I recall very little, I do know that these guys like their beer... a lot. However, I must say that I have only recently become aware of the missionary proportions their zeal has come to acquire.



The beer gods willing, one day Don and Stevil will achieve connoiseurship, but meanwhile we must rally behind them as they "taste" beer after beer. You do understand that in a purely economic sense they are saving us a lot of valuable time and money, don't you? Think of all the crap beer that you can avoid buying and drinking simply because either Don or Stevil has already tried it and denounced it as horrid, undrinkable, unfit to clean the gutter.

They are doing that FOR US people!

The thing is, I'm not a beer connoisseur. (At this point I really should thank Spell-check. Oh come on whadda-ya want?! It's French!) No, I am not a connoisseur, nor am I headed in that direction. I have never troubled myself to develop a palate capable of distinguishing and discovering traces big or small of anything other than beer. In the beer world, I'm the lowest of layman. Hence my ability to withstand copious amounts of Zorok beer without thinking - Man this has got to have a really low single digit on the IBICFS!

I think that perhaps like many people, I just want to kick back in a good situation and have an ice cold one. It's the package I want, the where, the when and the beer. Am I particular about the beer? No, not really. Am I particular about the where and the when? Yeah, somewhat more so. I mean, the where could be a really cool palmed beach, beautifully attired with semi-clad women smoking fun cigarettes and drinking, you got it, ice cold ones. In this particular scenario, the when kinda doesn't matter.

I live in Europe. Screw you. I can use TWO Oktoberfest
photos if I want!! What are you gonna do about it???

Of course, I can certainly appreciate Don and Stevil’s interest in nuances, flavours and aromas, microbreweries and all that. It’s all good in the world of the connoisseur hopeful, BUT! and it’s a BIG but, where I live (Spain in case you've already forgotten) I can go to my local grocery store, literally around the corner and pick up a twelve pack of some faux-German named beer for the equivalent of $3.40 Canadian (I’ll save you the math - $0.28 a can.) Put it in the fridge, let it get nice and cold, et voilà, it tastes just like a frothy cold beer. As I've said, I'm not a connoisseur. I simply want to have my beer where and when I want, and that's what Spain and to a large degree Europe allows me; freedom from poo-pooing. Here in Spain it’s not unusual to have beer with your mid-morning snack (if you can call a Spain style submarine sandwich a snack) at 10 am. No one thinks you're an alcoholic, no one thinks anything. Brandy in your coffee at 7a.m.? Par for the course. The government? Well, just as Pierre Trudeau once said, "there is no place for the state in the bedrooms of the nation", "in the drinking habits of the nation" pretty well sums up the Spanish attitude. 
Even normal people's attitude toward drinking, just so different. 

Canada, the day after: Do you know what you did/said last night?! (Scowling face and condemning tone of voice obligatory – SHAME ON YOU!!!)


Spain, the day after: Man, you were really drunk last night, eh? (Smiling face.)
Which reaction would you prefer? (Remember, you've a massive hangover and have just finished calling God on the Great White Telephone three or four times.)

Okay so obviously, when I’m back in Canada I'm not entirely against taking personal advantage of a favourable situation, so when I'm visiting brother Don and he pulls out all these different kinds of beer I've never even heard of before and gives me a brief rundown on their qualities, I say - Hey, thanks bro. :) (I smile when I say it.)

As for Stevil St. Evil, should I find myself in New Zealand (and there is a far better than remote possibility of that actually occurring), and should Stevil invite me to a beer sampling-fest/free-for-all-knock-down, I will most certainly say - Hey, thanks Stevil. :) (Yeah, I'd smile. My memory has Stevil a good head taller than me in all directions.)

I guess to sum it all up, I’m happy that Don and Stevil are out there sacrificing themselves for the betterment of beer drinkers the world over. Good on them! Please, a hearty round of applause for both of them! But me personally? I’m perfectly happy with my lowly, single digit on the IBICFS beer, coming in at a paltry $0.28 per can. As I've said, stick it in the fridge, let it get nice and cold, et voilà…

What more do you want on a hot day, eh?!