Last month I took the ferry from Victoria to Vancouver to spend a weekend with some family and friends. On Friday night I dined at the Flying Beaver in Richmond with my grandmother, and on Saturday I romped about the lower mainland with my great uncle. We had lunch at the Vancouver Lawn Tennis Club, perused his amazing jazz record collection, watched horse racing with a friend of his near the border at the Derby Bar (where I consumed three Budweiser’s- an appropriate atmosphere), and finished off the day with a mucho grande Italian feast at Nick’s Spaghetti House on Commercial. I was rather full. Then on Sunday afternoon, after some record shopping, I prepared to meet up with some friends for a few drinks.
For a pre drink, I drank a Duvel at my grandmother’s, and something about the taste of it indicated that a cigarette would have paired well with it; (un)fortunately I did not have any. I then took the sky train into the city. The four of us met at the Alibi Room in Gastown, which is a splendid location for ale drinking and socializing. With no televisions, and many different beers on tap, it made for a wonderful environment with the lads. The lads in question were Terry, Khiran, and Tristan. I began with a Red Collar Mild Ale from Kamloops, and followed that up with a Dageraad Belgian Table Ale. Both were fine brews!
Then at Terry’s urging we journeyed to the Craft Beer Market, home of over 100 beer on tap. I could not make it the entire way though, before I felt that urinating myself was becoming a serious threat on the bus, so I let myself off one stop early, and managed to find a tree. Not that I felt self conscious in any way (the business at hand was too pressing) but it should be noted that the tree I chose was very publicly located in front of the Pacific Central Train Station, and it was only about 5:30 PM. Having successfully made it to the Craft Beer Market without wetting our pants, we engaged in more drinking and some eating. I had a Bomber ESB and a spicy burger thing. The burger was ok. Terry’s blue cheese burger was apparently excellent though, and I would prefer to blame the concept rather than the cooking or the ingredients for my burger’s disappointment.
I capped off the evening with a Four Winds Pale Ale.
Nose: grapefruit, caramel malt
Palate: cantaloupe, fresca, tangy
Finish: bitter grapefruit
Rating: 3/5 Good
The next day I took the 3 o’clock ferry back to Victoria. Arriving downtown at about 5:40, I promptly met up with some friends at a cafe, luggage laden and all. One thing led to another, and in the end the final scoreline read something like this: Riley & Scott, 5 locations visited (1 cafe, 3 pubs, 1 apartment) beer and wine consumed, fish and chips engorged, every bus missed, and 6 McDoubles eaten on the two and a half hour walk home in the pouring rain. Arrival time: 2:45 AM.