Up at 6:30 am this morning, it was nice to see the colour of the sky for the first time in days. I’m quite fine with the rain after living in Vancouver for the last few years, having some seasons where we forget the sun actually does exist.
First stop, Deacon’s Corner. I love this greasy spoon diner on the corner of Main and Alexander down in Gastown. It portrays the exact image anyone with a decent breakfast in mind. Good portions, good food, and they have some good local brew on tap! I mowed down a bacon and egger with hashbrowns and was pleased to head out for such an adventurous day no longer hungry. I swear I could make these things at home, and they just never taste the same. Maybe something to do with the idea that someone else’s cooking just always tastes that much better.
Second stop, Central City Brewing. It’s still bright and early, so there isn’t a soul in the pub. Actually I was lucky that someone was just showing up early for work so I could get in! I wandered through to the back and found Gary Lohin in his full brewers gear, big gum boots, gloves, and the usuals. He was running around busy in the middle of a brew, and it was great to watch. This is the first time I have seen Gary’s brewery in motion and it was a sight indeed! The first thing that caught my attention was a pipe coming down from the ceiling spilling piles of foamy yeast into a drain… but only one burp at a time… I followed the pipe up to the ceiling of the brewery, and along to another set of fermenting tanks, and sure enough, a pale ale in full fermentation. It was kind of cool to watch! Next I followed Gary into the canning room to watch the IPA in production. It felt like the coolest factory you could ever be in – in one room! Gary was so kind to give a full descriptive tour of every step in the process to putting his great beer into a vessel that gives great shelf life. After the full tour, we grabbed the cask, and hoisted it into my truck. One down…
Third stop, Taylor’s Crossing Brewpub. Hey Varga! It seems like I see Dave so often lately that we’re almost dating. Maybe Dave will be reading this and I can make my move. A quick chat, some high fives, watched Varga fill a cask of his IPA, and then we loaded Woodwards IPA into my truck. Two down…
So on the way to Taylor’s, I get a random phone call – it’s Vern from Granville Island Brewing. Turns out Vern needs us to pick up his cask too.
Fourth stop, Dix Brewpub. It’s still early enough that the lunch rush hasn’t quite started yet. I can feel the anticipation in the room as it screams for the business district to leave their tedious jobs, and secretly enjoy a nice refreshing beer. Oh, can’t forget the food too! Derrick was in full production as well in his big coat. We quickly grabbed the cask of Imperial Stout he has prepared, and loaded it out into the truck. Three down…
Fifth stop, Granville Island Brewery. At this point in the day, having visited so many breweries, I’m really starting to realize how unique each brewery is. Small differences, big differences, it’s really all over the place. The idea that there can be such a variation in such a controlled process is really interesting. Different styles of mash tuns, kettles, fermenters… and then there is Vern’s mustache. I’ve never seen a mustache fit a brewer so well, and I didn’t even get a good photo of it. Next time Vern… next time! We got to chat for a couple of minutes, but like every other brewery today, it’s very rushed as there is lots to do and not much time to do it! We loaded Vern’s Jolly Abbot into the truck, and off I was. Four down…
Sixth stop, R&B Brewing. The second the door opened I was greeted with a happy face. Who else other than Rick Dellow? The R in R&B. Right down to business, we marched into the old cooler, to see a plethora of casks aging in the cool environment. It felt like some sort of sci-fi movie. There were all sorts of casks with all sorts of labels. I stepped around a few, checked a few… and there it was. The bourbon oak-meal stout. We loaded it up into the truck. Five down…
Seventh stop, R&B Brewing. A few blocks down the road I realized I had forgotten the taps. This time heading back I got Barry on the other side of the door! The B in R&B. What are the odds catching one after the other, while the other is out? A handshake, a high five, and I was on my way… one more stop.
Eighth stop, Storm Brewing. Initially I was just coming by to chat with James and do my best to con a taster of his Echinacea Stout. It worked, and amidst the conversation he decided if I have a truck full of casks, why not one more? James got his thinking cap on, and pulled a small corked jar out of the fridge. Upon closer inspection I realized it was fresh pepper? Yup, soaked in alcohol. James strained it into a secondary jar, and in went the lemon. Used our noses to make sure it was just right… even sampled a little in the IPA. Tastes great! So into the cask, we filled it up, and sealed. Rolled the cask around… and it’s ready to go! Out the door, and into the truck. Six down…
My truck at this point, as you can imagine, looks the best it ever has! 6 casks in the back, a bag full of taps, and a couple of souvenirs to take back to the island. Shhh. It’s been a good day, and yet it’s only 330. I need a bite to eat. I stopped by the Whip for a delicious tomato penne, and it was gone within a matter of minutes. I guess I was hungrier than I thought. While driving back to the ferry, I was still able to mow down 3 granola bars and a half dozen fruit leathers. I’m not sure how long they were in the glove box but they definitely served their emergency purpose! With a day full of driving there hasn’t been as much beer in my belly as I’m used to, and I had to use more food than usual to fill it. After a quick half hour nap while in line – I am on the ferry now writing about my day, and what a good day it was. Hectic, yes. But it’s good to get out of the regular daily routines and still be able to keep the brain busy and productive.

