I've been told that Fort Garry brews "Riptide" specifically for South Beach Casino in Manitoba, but I've never witnessed anyone ordering it there. Today I found out why.
This watered-down version of Fort Garry Pale has a garish, artificial coloring that is yellower than day-old piss. Smells like nothing. Tastes like faint wannabe hops, plastic, carbonation, dishwater, and absolutely nothing else.
The Bottom Line: I couldn't make myself finish drinking this mess.
The Rating: The Gag Reflex. I had to create a special rating just for this beer.
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Saturday, 21 May 2011
Sunday, 1 May 2011
Fort Garry Dark Ale
Ahh, Fort Garry Dark. I have a soft place for this one [it was my first Canadian brew], despite the fact that it's certainly not the best beer you've ever had. It's not the worst, either, and it's decidedly better than drinking the smelly yellow aberrations of nature and wholesomeness that are Miller, Bud, Coors, and Molson.
Fort Garry Dark Ale pours a murky black, and what light that penetrates reveals reddish hues. The tan head is hardly worth mentioning, as it fades quickly and, beyond the occasional ring and streak, leaves no lacing. The aroma is faint, but what whiffs you can get are mostly of burnt caramel.
Mouthfeel is a little prickly due to the mild carbonation. It's considerably less noticeable in this brew than in Fort Garry Pale. The taste is of malt, roasted coffee, and a touch of chocolate, but everything is rather understated except for the malt, and even that isn't overbearing or obnoxious. It goes down smoothly (although, thanks to the carbonation, not as smoothly as Guinness or my new favorite, O'Hara's) and pairs well with food.
The Bottom Line: This drinkable brew is dark enough to be my preferred go-to beer when nothing more interesting is available, but I would gladly give it up if I found something with little more zip.
The Rating: Not Bad.
Fort Garry Dark Ale pours a murky black, and what light that penetrates reveals reddish hues. The tan head is hardly worth mentioning, as it fades quickly and, beyond the occasional ring and streak, leaves no lacing. The aroma is faint, but what whiffs you can get are mostly of burnt caramel.
Mouthfeel is a little prickly due to the mild carbonation. It's considerably less noticeable in this brew than in Fort Garry Pale. The taste is of malt, roasted coffee, and a touch of chocolate, but everything is rather understated except for the malt, and even that isn't overbearing or obnoxious. It goes down smoothly (although, thanks to the carbonation, not as smoothly as Guinness or my new favorite, O'Hara's) and pairs well with food.
The Bottom Line: This drinkable brew is dark enough to be my preferred go-to beer when nothing more interesting is available, but I would gladly give it up if I found something with little more zip.
The Rating: Not Bad.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Fort Garry Pale Ale
I'm trying to think of something nice to say about this pale ale from Fort Garry, but I'm at a loss for positive words.
There's hardly any head on this amber-colored brew to speak of, and what little there is disappears quickly. The aroma is simply of hops and not much else, but even that isn't particularly strong or memorable. The taste starts off with a faintly oaky element, but this fades quickly into ever-so-slightly bitter hops that is almost completely drowned out by the sharp prickle of carbonation. The finish is vaguely sour, like grandma's armpits after a marathon knitting session.
And that's it. An astonishing one-dimensional and boring mess that was obviously intended for people who are more interested in washing down the deep fried, salt encrusted slop that passes for pub fare these days than enjoying a well-crafted brew.
The Bottom line: The boys at Fort Garry definitely fell down on this one.
The Rating: Yuck.
There's hardly any head on this amber-colored brew to speak of, and what little there is disappears quickly. The aroma is simply of hops and not much else, but even that isn't particularly strong or memorable. The taste starts off with a faintly oaky element, but this fades quickly into ever-so-slightly bitter hops that is almost completely drowned out by the sharp prickle of carbonation. The finish is vaguely sour, like grandma's armpits after a marathon knitting session.
And that's it. An astonishing one-dimensional and boring mess that was obviously intended for people who are more interested in washing down the deep fried, salt encrusted slop that passes for pub fare these days than enjoying a well-crafted brew.
The Bottom line: The boys at Fort Garry definitely fell down on this one.
The Rating: Yuck.
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