Context: The other day I went downtown Victoria with the aim of shortening my hair. I headed over to Jimmy’s on Fort Street, where you can get the most inexpensive haircut in town, only $13. Giving my usual vague advice to the barber, “just make it a couple inches shorter please, I don’t like having to do stuff with it in the morning,” I exited Jimmy’s having transformed from “a hockey player to a business man, your wife love you even more!” In all honesty, I wasn’t even sure what had happened to my hair; apparently I now had short hair everywhere except at the front, which was really the only area that was too long for me when I had walked in, and it was all slicked up and to the side in some sort of a ridiculous James Dean part. Turns out James Dean didn’t really have a part in his hair, but he never had a wife either, so at least I had one thing in common with him. Meeting up with some friends, we played 9-ball, drank beer, and watched Hockey Night in Canada. During my second pint of the Tasman, and third pint of the afternoon, I recorded these notes.
Appearance: Copper coloured with a nice frothy head. A proper 20oz glass.
Nose: Hoppy and crisp, like a hoppy apple cider.
Palate: Much like the nose.
Finish: Refreshing, with hints of heather and hop.
Rating: 3/5 Good