Be true to your brew
by Peter Bailey
“These are the golden years, the best years of your life. Enjoy them.”
My uncle Pete gave me this advice back in 1984, when I was a student at the University of Alberta. At the time I had no money, no girlfriend, no car and no job prospects. I was sweating away at an overdue essay on a crappy typewriter with keys that stuck. I lived in a back room of a decaying old house next to a tiny bathroom in which the toilet was rotting through the floor. Golden years? Ha!
Uncle Pete was wrong. Life got better—richer and more full over the years. But he wasn’t entirely wrong. A happy marriage, wonderful kids, great friends and a fulfilling career all have their roots in those golden undergrad years. And it all started with beer. No, really.
I was starting second year at UofA, after a lonely first year living at home with my parents and commuting to school. Walking down 87th Avenue, I heard Bob Marley pulsing from on high, coming from the roof of a big brick house across from Garneau School. I stopped on the sidewalk out front and looked up to where guys were drinking beer in the sun on a rooftop balcony. I thought to myself, “Why am I down here and not up there?” Soon enough I had joined Phi Delta Theta fraternity, had moved into that back room and my life changed for the better.
They say male friendships are made shoulder to shoulder—doing things together. Back then what we did together was drink beer. We bonded while standing shoulder to shoulder at the bar in the basement, talking long into the night. Or sitting all night on the roof, watching the sun come up. These friendships born of beer became enduring, lifelong friendships.
Beer has sustained these friendships in the decades since undergrad. My good friend Dale and I have worked to maintain our friendship, despite not living in the same city since UofA days. I’ve visited him in Nebraska, North Carolina and Windsor, met up with him at other places, and beer always plays a key role. Our wider crowd of friends from UofA scattered across the globe, so Dale had the brilliant idea of everyone meeting annually for a Boys’ Weekend at an agreed-to spot in North America. The important thing with these trips is who you’re with, not where you go. It’s about the bonding, not the beer. Well sure, but picking a destination involves a months-long debate.
Starting with Montreal in 2006, we’ve been all over the place, from New York City to New Orleans, from Denver to Detroit. We spend our time walking about, searching out classic dive bars, craft beer bars and breweries, perhaps squeezing in a little culture here or there. In 2019, we met up in Austin, Texas, where my favourite was Easy Tiger, a beer garden beside a creek, just off busy 6th Street.
When I talk about our Boys’ Weekend, other men say they wish they had a trip like this. You can, I say. Men, certainly men of my age, are reluctant to expose themselves emotionally by reaching out. You haven’t talked to your old friend in years? So what. Reach out. Get off Facebook and go for a beer. I bet your old pal feels exactly the same way.
Scholastic six
In my undergrad years it was slim pickings for good beer, with the only choice between lagers from the big three: Molson, Labatt and Carling O’Keefe. What beery riches today’s students have to choose from! Here’s six academically-themed Alberta beers to start with.
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Theoretically Brewing Study Buddy Hefeweizen, Lethbridge |
Big Rock Traditional, Calgary |
Cabin Sunshine Rain IPA, Calgary |
Olds College Brewery Aggie Ale, Olds |
Snake Lake Varsity Hall Red Ale, Sylvan Lake |
Sea Change Prairie Fairy, Edmonton |