On tap at the brewery- yes I miss the north, I miss the east, and now I'm just this shadow living in a country of reminiscence on the edge of the pacific. She sings softly, gaily, surreptitiously in a damp pacific farmland. So many of us over here have no idea of the world outside. So they pour me a bright brown beer with no foam, it smells of rotten vegetables. The flavour is all juice - thin cranberry and no ale behind it. Style over substance again in the Vancouver beer scene again, how am I not surprised. Weak and vain just like that chick you met in Yaletown, it will take awhile for you to understand what's missing. But, at least, you will get drunk in the process.

Hated this on the first try, at the Fort Langley restaurant. This rate is from a can. Reddish. On the nose, the same butyric I got the first time around. People like this beer? How can I legitimately enjoy butyric acid?

On tap at Trading Post, pours a bright pinkish red with a small off-white head. Aroma brings out faded cranberries and some cleaner notes. Flavour is very tart, acidic and pithy, with the cranberries dominating front and centre with no sense of grace or harmony. This isn't good.