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Black Sails, black beer
Nov. 29th, 2018 01:53 pmAm I the only one to notice that Eleanor Guthrie is recycling beer in her inn in Season 1?
Ex-Post-Zine
Nov. 19th, 2012 04:06 am(aka post-expozine post, or expozine post-mortem, etc.)
So it's 4am and I have to get up at 7:30 to return the rental car, or else risk incurring a parking ticket at 8am. But I'm wired up and I can't sleep. Late coffee, driving for 6 hours straight and an awesome weekend all weigh on my mind. Then I realized that I was hungry. So now I'm eating Firoza's crazy spicy chora nu batata kale gaajar.
I had a wicked time at Expozine, first hanging out with my table neighbour Élizabeth Robert (![[twitter.com profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/e0caa790ec10/-/twitter.com/favicon.ico)
nochesdepoesia), an awesome publisher and translator. She's a wild poetry lover and promoter. From her I bought my first Sheri-D Wilson book, Goddess: Gone Fishing for a Map of the Universe. Seriously, do not stop; run and buy this book. I almost never buy poetry, and I bought this after reading one page. This is more spoken-word put to print than classical verse, but man. Really excited.
I also bought Sherwin Tjia's pick-your-own-plot book (damn you SJG! unleash thy copyrites!), where you are a cat. I will read it eventually and report back on it. Then I bought David Turgeon (Eerie)'s first novel, Les Bases Secrètes, as well as a bloody $40 Muse Récursive megabook. Ugh my wallet.
Élizabeth told me a fair bit about Barbancourt, a Haitian rum that's just recently been unbanned in Canada. She even went to pick up a bottle for me at the SAQ.
I got to check out the Drawn & Quarterly bookstore for the first time, but since it took us 20 minutes to find parking around there, we got in before it 5 minutes before closing. Still managed to snag a Seth and a Joe Sacco, though. (Almost bought Guy Delisle's Jérusalem, but it seems rather naïve. Has anyone with a clue about Palestine read it?)
I also met tons of zinesters and friends, old friends from my days at Food Not Bombs in Québec City in particular. Bought some interesting-looking zines, although I didn't really fall in love with anything.
Then as usual, my carpool finished the fair having dinner at Patati Patata, and then we had some good fun on the drive home.
Like someone said, Expozine is like Christmas for us. It was so good for me. Wee! So happy.
So it's 4am and I have to get up at 7:30 to return the rental car, or else risk incurring a parking ticket at 8am. But I'm wired up and I can't sleep. Late coffee, driving for 6 hours straight and an awesome weekend all weigh on my mind. Then I realized that I was hungry. So now I'm eating Firoza's crazy spicy chora nu batata kale gaajar.
I had a wicked time at Expozine, first hanging out with my table neighbour Élizabeth Robert (
I also bought Sherwin Tjia's pick-your-own-plot book (damn you SJG! unleash thy copyrites!), where you are a cat. I will read it eventually and report back on it. Then I bought David Turgeon (Eerie)'s first novel, Les Bases Secrètes, as well as a bloody $40 Muse Récursive megabook. Ugh my wallet.
Élizabeth told me a fair bit about Barbancourt, a Haitian rum that's just recently been unbanned in Canada. She even went to pick up a bottle for me at the SAQ.
I got to check out the Drawn & Quarterly bookstore for the first time, but since it took us 20 minutes to find parking around there, we got in before it 5 minutes before closing. Still managed to snag a Seth and a Joe Sacco, though. (Almost bought Guy Delisle's Jérusalem, but it seems rather naïve. Has anyone with a clue about Palestine read it?)
I also met tons of zinesters and friends, old friends from my days at Food Not Bombs in Québec City in particular. Bought some interesting-looking zines, although I didn't really fall in love with anything.
Then as usual, my carpool finished the fair having dinner at Patati Patata, and then we had some good fun on the drive home.
Like someone said, Expozine is like Christmas for us. It was so good for me. Wee! So happy.
Review: Innis & Gunn Cask Ale
Jun. 21st, 2011 10:07 pmDamn the LCBO site sucks. Another reason to open up the market to private operators.
ANYWAY, they're stocking Innis & Gun's Rum Cask beer... For lovers of Scottish ale and rum (things that don't go together!) comes this strong (7.2%) beer. I'm not a big fan of rum myself so I'm not totally in love with those undertones, but it is still a pretty good beer, "fruity and spicy" as the label says, a strong syrupy flavour that wasn't sweet. I'm a huge fan of the regular I&G Cask ale; this doesn't surpass it, but it sure is a nice special edition.
Special note: Each bottle has a label saying who Approved for Bottling, and the name of the Master Brewer. Of these two names, one is a woman, something of a rarity in the beer world. Let's hear it for more diversity in the brewing world!
ANYWAY, they're stocking Innis & Gun's Rum Cask beer... For lovers of Scottish ale and rum (things that don't go together!) comes this strong (7.2%) beer. I'm not a big fan of rum myself so I'm not totally in love with those undertones, but it is still a pretty good beer, "fruity and spicy" as the label says, a strong syrupy flavour that wasn't sweet. I'm a huge fan of the regular I&G Cask ale; this doesn't surpass it, but it sure is a nice special edition.
Special note: Each bottle has a label saying who Approved for Bottling, and the name of the Master Brewer. Of these two names, one is a woman, something of a rarity in the beer world. Let's hear it for more diversity in the brewing world!
j'aurais voulu être un artiste
Feb. 26th, 2008 01:45 pmThe air currents around the skyscrapers here make the snow go more sideways and even upwards than what gravity would usually command. Looking out the window, with the neighbouring dark tower as my landscape, I feel like our office has been immersed in a giant pint of Guinness, only we don't get the meal-in-a-glass effect.
President's Choice Splendido* Grapefruit Frizzante. It's lightly carbonated mineral water with grapefruit. If you're thinking Orangina, you're in the right neighbourhood. It's bitter and sweet, like all Italian pop is. Yes, it's actually from Italy, and not imitation, even if it's a PC product. That stuff is dope. It's really fresh. This is what Fresca would taste like if it didn't feel like being at the dentist getting your mouth anesthesized.
It says 12% juice on the bottle. Fuck yeah. I think it was $1.79 for a 1 litre bottle at No Frills. Also, they're not kidding when they say it's lightly carbonated. It's pretty good when you drink it the first time, but it'll have entirely fizzed out by the time you try to drink from the bottle again. So no keeping leftovers, although it's not like the stuff turns to poison... I just had it with Bhusu mix, some of the good shit that Surati Sweet Mart sells.
***
I've lived in or near this neighbourhood for 7 years now, and I never had a drink at the Cloak and Dagger. I've walked in front of it a million times, but I thought that the name was a little too corny. Finally, last night, trying to avoid the lame and expensive bars from Little Italy after seeing David Lynch's interminable Inland Empire, F, her friend M and I walked until it chanced upon us.
Man. This place is one narrow corridor of Irish (? it had a Celtic banner) goodness. 23 beers on tap. Comfy benches. Cool bartender. Black walls. Some band was playing some folksy stuff that I didn't care much for, but they had a violin so I forgave them.
And then I had a Church Key Holy Smoke Scotch Ale. Man, did I mention how Scotch Ale is one of my favourite types of drinks now? Syrupy without being sweet like that fucking raspberry beer that M had. That thing was like drinking Jell-o. But that Holy Smoke Ale? That was good.
It says 12% juice on the bottle. Fuck yeah. I think it was $1.79 for a 1 litre bottle at No Frills. Also, they're not kidding when they say it's lightly carbonated. It's pretty good when you drink it the first time, but it'll have entirely fizzed out by the time you try to drink from the bottle again. So no keeping leftovers, although it's not like the stuff turns to poison... I just had it with Bhusu mix, some of the good shit that Surati Sweet Mart sells.
***
I've lived in or near this neighbourhood for 7 years now, and I never had a drink at the Cloak and Dagger. I've walked in front of it a million times, but I thought that the name was a little too corny. Finally, last night, trying to avoid the lame and expensive bars from Little Italy after seeing David Lynch's interminable Inland Empire, F, her friend M and I walked until it chanced upon us.
Man. This place is one narrow corridor of Irish (? it had a Celtic banner) goodness. 23 beers on tap. Comfy benches. Cool bartender. Black walls. Some band was playing some folksy stuff that I didn't care much for, but they had a violin so I forgave them.
And then I had a Church Key Holy Smoke Scotch Ale. Man, did I mention how Scotch Ale is one of my favourite types of drinks now? Syrupy without being sweet like that fucking raspberry beer that M had. That thing was like drinking Jell-o. But that Holy Smoke Ale? That was good.
