Greetings, I’m R, and I’ll be your host tonight. Kate asked me to keep you entertained while she’s in the custody of liberating democrary-bringers from the South or something.
But I disgress…
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Being a proud member of Old Europe, I feel a tad strongly about the quality of beer. One of the greatest advantages of Old Europe is that something worth being called beer actually exists. While not new to the concept of piss in bottles (mostly originating from Belgium, Mexico or Japan), I was totally unprepared for this.
I mean, really. It was… indescribable. I’d rather scour my mouth with a used toilet brush from a heavily frequented public toilet in the South of France than ever having to drink any Canadian beer (did I just call this crap beer? Sorry for the confusion…) again.
So that’s it for today. I’ll think I’ll just grab a bottle of Bier and enjoy the show.
Laterz, dahlins…

European sensibilities… Pah! I’ve travelled in Europe and have tasted both your beer and your women. Granted, European beer is not bad, you folks still need to be careful about bragging up your ‘good taste’.
Want to know the difference between Euro men and Euro babes? The babes braid their armpit hair.
Narsty.
Having indulged in some of that hot hog piss you U R Peons pass off as beer I can only say, had you spent drinking than throwing-up you would know a quality beer when you drank one.
Last thing we need, especially on this site, is some euro derived Canadian beer bashing.
And besides beer is SO passe anymore… friggin’ beer should be a drink not a friggin’ food.
Gaaach!!!!.. I hate that gucky, gagging feeling in the back of your throat these so-called ‘food beers’ deliver.
Further beer guts are SO 1970s.
I think euros should try working out more and spend less time connected to the bar in the local swill pub.
After a 10km run…if you have ANY desire to drink beer at all… a lite beer is much more refreshing.
What’s become of this place? Wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth over purely concocted political spin, and now Euro-weenie beer bashing?
*Note that the above commentary contained no curse words, because it apparently offends those “reading at work”. Having the leader of the official opposition (and one of the few politicians with any integrity) compared to a surgicaly altered clitoris however, well that’s just good reading.
English Ales are the best in the world followed closely by German Beer. You just have to take my word for it. Unless the taste has changed in the fourteen years since I quit drinking.
“What’s become of this place? Wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth over purely concocted political spin, and now Euro-weenie beer bashing?”
Kate was very careful to select ‘guest authors’ who would provide the appropriate contrast (that means she picked total losers who make her look good). Um, okay. At least two total losers. *cough*
Alley Kat Brewery in Edmonton…best mircobrew anywhere.
I’ll check Alley Cat out, Ziggy. I’m in Edmonton too. Not far from my house is a Liquor store on 149st and 89th ave and they are good enough to have a nice supply of Beck’s, Bitburger, and Warsteiner on hand. I, as a rule, forewarn those I offer the beer in my house to that it actually tastes like beer and that it indeed has an after taste. Then I explain to them that its served best tepid, not cold. And finally I put a great big frothy head on it, because real beer isn’t supposed to be too gassy. After all that they don’t ask for seconds. In which case, I win!
To be fair, Labatt really is piss.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled Euro-bashing.
G-G & His Beerless One nevah imbibe beah.
G-G loves vino des capuuce from the Rue des Pissoirs et Lavatoires en Paris.
His B One sticks to single-malt fresh from the Titanic hulk.
CBC Mole.
Beer doesn’t taste good.
The only beer I’ve found that I really enjoy is cheap American made beer in cans, the less taste the better, it’s more of a refreshment, like lemonade. That statement usually raises to arms the Euro pilzen snobs, English Guiness snobs (They say in their rendition of a Cockney accent “it dances on your tongue like a [insert fairy tale character here]”, and the All Canadian ‘hockey beer’ drinkers.
What is at work here is the need to have a subject for the sport of argument. If one likes to argue for sport or hobby (you know who you are) then beer is a great subject to argue about because there is absolutely no way to declare a winner. Anyone can say they like any beer the best and who’s to argue (well, everyone I guess), no one is going to end up saying “I guess your right, Guiness really is awful after all, I’m switching to Grolsch, thanks for setting me straight”.
Loyalty to a type of beer is also a deep seated, twisted, emotional point related to heritage, life experience, etc. But mostly, people are loyal to and drink particular brands/types of beers because the beer companies have spent billions to make you come to their side. Don’t think so?, I didnt’ think so.
Um, hello? There are what, hundreds of different kinds of beer? Also cigars, pipe tobacco, wines, scotches, ports, breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. There are even dozens of different kinds of butter and sour cream. What more could you want?
Look, if I’m going to the bar and I offer to get you a drink, I’ll ask for whatever you want, and celibrate it with you heartily. Don’t you have anything better to argue about?
Really, some people!
Old Brews Become Cool to Young Drinkers
Twenty-somethings are turning to beers their grandparents drank in an effort to be “cool.”
Old Brews Become Cool to Young Drinkers (AP)
A line of taps pouring elegant brews from Bass to Blue Moon beckon twentysomethings packed into Bom…
Wherever I may be, I drink what’s available. Snobbery is for chumps.
Good beer is BROWN, not piss coloured!!
To improve the “flavour” of Canadian beer drink it at room temperature. That way the ten or so molecules of aroma therein have a chance of showing the drinker “no, this is not piss”.
Long live Labatts….NOT!
LAPHROAIG LIVES!
paul
you use labbat as a prime example of caniadian beer?
pfft.
that’s like saying that stella artois is a fine example of european beer.
wait til you’ve tried a Trois Pistols THEN you have the right to complain.
Ahhhhhh! Nuthin like fanning the flames by burning where it REALLY hurts.
I’ve always been partial to Coors anyway….
Kate’s back…
And it was about time, too. Writing the beer article was a bit of fun, though