My Linkedin bio recently changed from “self-amusing wine blogger” to “matchmaker”.
Specifically hooking up Toronto’s Muddy York Brewing Co. with Guelph’s finest gastro pub, Baker Street Station. It’s a classic tale … blogger turned matchmaker meets microbrewer Jeff, drinks stout … blogger sees gastropub guy Dave at the gym and says “you know what you should do, blah, blah” – next thing i know there’s something there that wasn’t there before [yes, that’s a Beauty and the Beast reference – ah romance].
And I think I done good. So good that the beer menu at Baker Street Stn looks like this now. Tasting notes are hardly necessary – it’s love.
Okay, maybe the board looks like this …
Would you believe that one of more of these photos was photoshopped by my mischievous daughter little m?
Guelph’s first keg from Toronto’s Muddy York. I got to touch it!
Muddy York Brewing Company’s Stork Derby Stout – Now on tap in Guelph thanks to my matchmaking skills. You’re welcome Guelph.
Jonathon’s historic pouring of the first pint of Muddy York’s Stork Derby Stout in Guelph
This a blog post about logos – specifically the great logos in Guelph. My apologies to all the hermeneutics and theology readers that regularly pad my blog stats – but this is not a post about “the word” – believe me you don’t want that from a man with half a theology degree – which I’ve.
Recently i read a beer blog post about great beer logos and Wellington Brewery came out as one of the top in Ontario. It started me thinking … what are my best logos in the city of Guelph. Here are my top 5 from breweries and restaurants / pubs.
39 Carden Street. I love the Partridge Family retro feel of this simple unidentifiable bird that might be a mallard
Stone Hammer – my daughter M loves their dark ale. I love that it looks like Thor might be the brewmaster.
Royal City Brewing Co. Yes, I wish they had used the purple and gold of the Rogie Vachon LA Kings, but silver and black are also wicked cool.
[anyone else over the age of 12 laughing that i just published the words number 2?]
Wellington Brewery. My brother-in-spain wears his Welly t-shirt fishing in the Mediterranean. For my $$ the Arkell Best Bitter is the best drink in the province.
Baker Street Station. Simple and awesome. Well done creative logo people – i always think i’m getting onto The Tube and end up with a beer!
Agree or disagree? I don’t really care to hear from you unless you agree – but the comment section is open for business.
This week I started a new gig which involves eating at Baker Street Station and then blogging for them. I thought I would post my first blog for them here. That way it’s like the movie where the Jetsons meet the Flintstones – or Laverne & Shirley meet Happy Days, or Joanie Loves what’s his name … you know.
The Boy Wonder
I can no longer lie to myself and think that I’m part of the younger generation. I don’t have any tattoos, the only thing I’ve ever pierced was a scream (trying to hit a Geddy Lee note), and my knees are constantly reminding me that I’m not 18 anymore.
So I’m ready to hand the world over to a younger generation and accept the gap. It is with this in mind that I have claimed the title “Boy Wonder” for chef Brett MacDonald at Baker Street Station.
Look at this! Look at it! How does somebody half my age make this in a freakin’ pub? Steak tartare with a quail’s egg, horseradish, and brioche toasted and buttered to the edge of becoming pastry.
Paring this with a wine doesn’t seem like a tough thing on paper. You want something BIG, with firm tannins. My only question was that the tartare was meaty to be sure, but also delicate and herbal from the capers and the shallots. I could have gotten away with a white wine but no self-respecting carnivore is going to pass up a big red wine for a flowery white. So we went big. The Secco-Bertani Ripasso from Italy was firm with ripe berries and a great compliment. The only “problem” was that the Boy Wonder’s food stole all the thunder from this dynamic duo.
For all you DC comic freaks out there – Brett, with his culinary superpowers, is nobody’s sidekick.