We next visited Bottleworks, a beer store of which there is no comparison in Vancouver.  Brewery Creek is great and I love it, but they have to deal with our pesky socialist liquor system.  Bottleworks has many great beers that I just can’t get here.  When I first walked in from the sunshine, I found the store so contrastingly dim that I couldn’t see.  While walking into shelves, I realized that Bottleworks was protecting their beers from harmful light.  Good on them.  I wish I could have stayed there for hours, but the wives were getting anxious for the Seattle Premium Outlets (worst place on earth).  I ended up leaving with:

• Fullers 1845
• Westmalle Trappist Dubbel
• Achel Trappist Brune 8
• Port Townsend Hop Diggidy
• Iron Horse Brass Ass

I can’t wait to drink them.  Pictures of our excursion below:

The bar and my stupid face at Pyramid

The recovered Wolfes at Pyramid

The Chandler Family, downright chipper

The tasters all lined up

A fridge at Bottleworks

Holly shopping at Bottleworks, way better than the stupid outlets

Making our selections

Most of Bottleworks

Cheers,

Chris

This Saturday, Erik, guest contributor Peter, and I are heading down to Seattle for the Washington Cask Beer Festival.  Their mouth watering lineup includes sixty one-of-a-kind beers brewed by thirty seven of Washington State’s illustrious brewers.  My obsessive compulsive nature has me wanting to try each one.  I am pretty sure this won’t be possible (or healthy), but we are staying the night, so I won’t be holding back.  We are also going to eat at a few brewpubs and are planning a stop at Bottleworks, where I hope to find some rare gems.  Because I don’t get down to Seattle much, I am really looking forward to this.  Erik and I will definitely be writing about our upcoming adventure.

The following weekend, I and twelve of my friends are heading to Victoria for guest contributor Dave‘s stag.  Having already done my homework, I booked us at Swans Hotel and we’ll definitely be visiting Canoe Club and Spinnakers also.  A good portion of us are beer enthusiasts, but we’ll all be sampling the fresh and tasty wares of Victoria’s finest brewpubs before we paint the town red.  We have rounds of golf at Cordova Bay and Olympic View booked and secured a hot dog suit for the weekend.  This is as close to heaven on earth as it gets for me.  Friends, beer, golf, and a hot dog suit, what more could a man want?

Cheers,

Chris