Last summer I was honoured to receive two different pairs of beer socks from family friends. They must have found them whilst browsing in stores and thought of me!
In order to get home for Christmas, I caught a ride with my tree planter friend Andrew. The drive was great, safe in his sturdy Delica, with Geronimo the travelling cat asleep upon my shoulders. Along the way we spent a night at his parent’s place in West Vancouver, so that we might go out and enjoy the city with some of his old schoolmates. I took this opportunity to sample a few drinks for reviews!
Khiran and I got the great idea to write tasting notes for bad tasting beers. Because beer blogs need more reviews on Budweiser and PBR. Or so that was the theory. With the help of Khiran’s roommate Will, we succeeded in buying lots of bad beer. While picking out our beers at the government liquor store, we scoffed at the sign above the 8 packs of PBR that read “Try something new!” We bought some anyways. Then we began to drink.
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.