One second a full pint was in my hand. The next second the glass was empty. So went my introduction to cask beer.
“If I wanted water, I would have asked for water,” said the early-90s ads for Labatt Blue Light.
Sweet, beery memories. With my head on my pillow I look out my bedroom window, through a gap in the trees, and see the old rotating M sign atop the former Molson Brewery in Oliver.
Walk the Camino. Sail to the Galapagos. Climb Machu Picchu. by Peter Bailey Folks my age have been making bucket lists recently, then heading off somewhere: touring the breweries of Belgium by bicycle. Running the Boston Marathon. Seeing Garth Brooks nine times. I may be the only person in Edmonton who hasn’t been to Iceland …
It’s time to switch to whisky, we’ve been drinking beer all night. – Corb Lund by Peter Bailey Corb’s right—there are times when a dram of whisky is called for over a pint of ale. On cold winter nights in Edmonton, for example. Don’t feel badly for beer, though; whisky and beer are family, brothers …
It’s the most wonderful time of the year… for beer. Spring saisons, summer session ales, lawnmower lagers and fall harvest ales are all well and good. But give me the hearty porters, stouts and ales of year’s end.
We’ve always had the ingredients for a vibrant craft beer scene in Alberta: world-class barley and malt; clean, pure water; smart, entrepreneurial people who build things and a young, thirsty populace.
Coffee starts the day; beer ends it. A life truth as certain as death and taxes.