I believe i am the only wine blogger in the world with a PE degree, and as someone with such a degree it should be no surprise that i love the Olympic games. The final three days were awesome but also a bit sad – in an “all good things must come to an end” kinda way. So to celebrate – a form of “three cheers to the Olympics” I opened a Sour a day for the last three days, cleverly combining my University degree with my latest hobby – collecting Sours. Here’s how the last three days played out.
Wellington Brewery’s Prismastic Golden Sour – chosen for it’s rather mild sourness and complexity gained from being aged for one year in Cabernet Franc barrels with a mix of wild yeast and sour bacteria. Golden because i drank it during the Gold Medal men’s volleyball match between Brasil and Italy.
Wellington Brewery’s Against the Currant – a Blackcurrant kettle sour – made in much less time than the Prismatic and soured in a kettle by creating lactic acid through some magic that i don’t really understand totally. I would like to say that i watched this during the kayak races, but truthfully i had it during the 4×100 m relay when Canada has to wait 15 minutes to discover they actually won a bronze.
Royal City Brewing’s Berliner Weiss was Friday’s edition of the “three cheers for sours” weekend. Honestly, i don’t recall what i watched because i started into a string of Wikipedia pages on John F Kennedy’s “Ich bin ein Berliner” quote which kept me amused for over an hour reading about East Germany, the cold war, Berlin, and the complexities of the German language. Did you know some people think that the translation of that was “I am a donut”? Thanks for trying to rewrite history whatever idiot added that to the highly reputable and accurate Wikipedia site.
I saw this on the Facebook the other day. It makes me think that Guelph is the city of brotherly love.
I love that one brewery in this city calls the other their big brother, and that the big brother helped the nano-brewery in their time of need. I celebrated with this.
Wellington Imperial Russian Stout – a harmonious combination of stout and Russian [served in a Muskoka brewery glass because i’m sure they would like to join the family].
Hey little brother-in-spain … need me to mill some grain for you?
Also, I forgot that it snowed on my blog in December. Awesome!
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.
I was enjoying a Wellington SPA on the patio at the Wooly with my good friend R. “There’s a fly, or wasp, in your pint” I commented. “That’s the least of my concerns” was his reply. And he proceeded to keep the not-so-little insect in his drink.
“What a good attitude”, i thought to myself. Why squabble over something as innocuous as an insect that just wants some slightly hoppy pale ale today. We can certainly coexist. This little bee is certainly not ruining my day in any respect – maybe we can just get along. R gets his pint and the wasp gets his fermented sugar.
A couple of days later i found myself in 20 degree weather sitting on the OX patio. There wasn’t much space but 4 women were very nice and allowed me to share their table. I assured them that i was there to read and have a pint and wouldn’t bother them. They allowed me to coexist in their space in that little oasis in downtown Guelph. That’s when this happened.
Yes, a black fly in my “chardonnay” [Alannis], or rather Royal City dry hopped IPA. My first instinct was to remove the little pest. Then i remember the kindness of others. My friend R allowing the wasp to stay, my new writer friends allowing me to sit with them in the sunshine. Monsieur la mouche [french] wasn’t really bothering anyone. Earlier in the week my daughter M and i had the “killing one fly doesn’t change the world for the better so why not let him live” conversation. So i let him coexist. If i’ve learned anything from M, R, and my new patio friends at OX, it’s that maybe we can all get along and that makes for a better world.
Maybe you find that a little uncomfortable to think about drinking a pint with a fly in it – but i decided to coexist and it felt good. Try it yourself sometime this week.
PS – i realize that it looks like i was writing about coexisting and friends and learning stuff from my daughter, but i did recommend two excellent patio beer that you might want to try. See what i did there?
Lyrics from the 80’s. My 16 yr old nephew [nephew-in-Spain] was recently exposed to “Come Sail Away” by Styx for the first time. I have a photo of the priceless, puzzled look on his face. “What in the heck in the what?”, is his expression. He’s right. Still, I wish I had a dollar for every time “I thought that they were Angels, but to my surprise, we loaded up the starship and headed for the skies” [2:48 and again at 3:32 in the video if you clicked on the link].
Watch out for the segue, here it comes – I think the guys at Wellington Brewery [right here in Guelph] have too much time on their hands [see what I did there?]. They have been releasing Welly one-offs at an alarming rate. Alarming because I haven’t made it to their brewery every weekend to buy the newest brew.
Looks like my Saturdays are booked for the month.
You can’t believe how hard I tried to make a River Styx comment – like “Wellington Brewery, where the beer flows like the river Styx” – none of them worked.
Bear with me while I bring you through seemingly unrelated drivel on England, the BBC, country vet James Herriot, and then back to Arkell before making my point. Hang in there – you already clicked on this url, why quit now? Besides, I talk about my favorite local ale at the end of this story.
Although my penchant for French food and culture has been well documented, what isn’t widely known is my love of England. I feel quite romantic about historical BBC productions. I have quoted Jane Austen’s Pride & Prejudice more than I have quoted the Simpsons and Futurama combined (which is alot), I have opened Champagne to celebrate season 3 of Downton Abbey, and I love James Herriot.
Which brings me to my point. My favorite scenes in All Creatures Great and Small, involve the denouement of almost each episode; the conversations which take place at the Drovers over a pint of best bitter poured out of a pitcher. The point – Wellington Brewery makes a fine best bitter – Arkell Best Bitter – a real ale, a cask conditioned ale that is low on carbonation and big on taste that I make “my regular” at the Woolwich Arms. Where other pints are “packed” in the keg with CO2, the Arkell Best Bitter is “poured” through the lines sans gas. It really drinks like a pour out of a pitcher. If you want to feel old school “Yorkshire Style” and experience a real ale – next time is the time to do it.