I have family from New Brunswick. A land of fog and rains, of snow and salt, of sea and tide. A land fit for vikings, it would appear, of trees which shroud tiny towns within its arms. You could almost hear the skald readying his song, before hordes of warriors with mead in-hand. But there … Continue reading The Horned Moose Bends his Crown
Yesterday I promised to to do a head-to-head comparison of the eminent Rochefort 10, a beer made by reclusive monks in a castle located in bugfuck Belgium, against Pabst Blue Ribbon's lager, a beer forged in the fires of...Guelph Ontario, apparently. I suppose that it isn't worth my time to attempt to compare solid bloody … Continue reading The Mightie Batt’l betwixt Pabst and Rochefort
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