Facts on Canada

Hell, I'm an American, and I go out of my way to avoid drinking "American beer." Now it's all owned by a Dutch or Belgian corporation. Yeesh. I'll stick with local craft beer or, when eating Mexican food, Negra Modelo.

 

UGH! Carling's is used to clean toilets! And of the Canadian beers, I prefer Kokanee to Molson or Labatt's.

 

Molson & Labatt = swill, I prefer any number of Canadian micro/craft brews, but if I'm out I'll drink one of my wife's Kieth's red amber ales.

 

Those really are some of the best. Our oldest son and our son-in-law both make their own beers, as do some of their friends. I guess that's another new hobby.
Near here Gainsville, Fl, a college town, seems to have several micro-breweries around.
Peoria, Illinois had Papse Blue Ribbon and their premium Andecker which we loved. Only drank it when we had car club meetings and the beer was free on tap.

 

Every city that has a large micro-brewery industry have some damned good beers. I live up in Everett, 20-some odd miles North of Seattle, and there are many across the Puget Sound. One of the guys I graduated from high school with is the brewmaster for and principal owner of Silver City Brewing of Silverdale, WA. Last time I was there, there were seven different brews, and the food is great. He had one named Fat Bastard Scottish Ale, but the movie production company behind the Austin Powers movies threatened to sue, so he had to change the name.

 

It's Pabst Blue Ribbon, most often a bowling alley beer.

When I was a wee lad, my Dad used to send me down the block to the local tavern with his coal miner's lunch bucket. They'd fill the bottom up with tap beer and send me on my way. As I recall, it was either Falstaff or Griesedieck Bros. beer.

When I did drink beer, it was Schlitz in a bottle. I gave up drinking because I couldn't stand the company. Always someone telling you why their life was crap or some guy trying to pick a fight. Who needs that sh!t.

 

Good for you! I hardly ever drink, but as of late, it's only with my dad. I've learned a lot from him about our family (and the personalities that populated it), my mom's birth name (Billie), his military career and college hijinks, etc. Frankly, I'm just glad I get along with him, so pizza and a cold glass of Mac & Jack's goes down better.

 

I'll have to check that out. I mostly prefer an amber lager though... Have you ever checked out......



Dos Equis Ambar........
The green bottle stuff is only so-so. This stuff is great.

 

When I have Mexican beer, I drink Negra Modelo. Dad drinks that. I wasn't too impressed with it the one time I had it.

 

Not to start a political debate, but Canada didn't exist until 1867 - see point #4 above. So it was really those over-bearing Brits that the U.S. was invading, not the friendly Canadians.

Also, the War of 1812 was a complete farce on both sides. Both sides just eventually gave up out of complete frustration. See Pierre Berton's book "War of 1812" for a good description of the blunders made by both forces. After all, if you can't trust Pierre Berton, who can you trust?

And we all know, citizens of the U.S. just love their Canadian neighbours (spelled with a "u"), right? They would never invade Canada.

 

Old Fox I knew I was spelling Pabst Blue Ribbon wrong but after they moved out of Illinois I forgot the correct spelling.
About all I drink now is an occasional Bud Lite. No particular reason other than I can spell it!

I'm still trying to figure out what a Curmudgeon is.

 

How Canada got its' name:

One day, the settlers had a huge get-together in Toronto to decide what to call their magnificent new land. Like the US, it had wonderful prairies, majestic mountains, expansive waterways, and more. "USA, Junior" just didn't have the right ring to it. "Bob" just didn't carry the vision. And "Colder than Hell in the Winter" was a bit long to put on a flag. So, they figured the only possible way to come up with the right name was to be totally democratic about it. They got a top hat, wrote all the letters of the alphabet on paper squares throw them in the hat and pull out the letters, one by one. Whatever it spelled would be the name of the new land! How much more fair can that be?

So, on July 1st, the gathering throngs were in Toronto, waiting with baited breath the results of the naming. On the podium, the man draws the first letter..."C, eh!" "N", eh!" "D", eh!"...The crowd roared in approval, and Canada was born!

 

Makes sense to me!

 

Ha!

If you were older than 5 and in Canada in 1967 you will remember this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vE17TazIvM

I defy you to listen to this song and not be singing it to yourself for the rest of the day. Or maybe that only works with Canadians?