So over the weekend, the wife’s side of the family was supposed to have a family reunion golf tournament, like they do every year. This year, it was in Welland. Unfortunately, on Saturday, Welland received so much rainfall that most of the golf course was underwater. Needless to say, we weren’t going to Welland…Or were we?
Turns out, the in-laws had paid for the dinner portion of the weekend and since the organizers are not weathermen and didn’t anticipate this much rain, had no reason to cancel the food order. So, at 10:30 on a Sunday morning, after, what seemed like, 24 hours of straight rain in London, the 6 of us piled into the van and drove 2 hours to go have dinner with the wife’s extended family. Now that’s a fun time!
Jackie was coming down from Toronto to meet us there and we (the wife) decided to meet up at a bar first to a) get the kids some food for lunch before a possibly mediocre dinner (it was) and 2) beer. We got to the golf course, which was deserted, and plugged FOOD into the GPS to see what was close. It found a sports bar called Elbow Room and we were on our way. We called the in-laws, who were in Welland already, and told them that’s what we were doing and they decided to meet us there too with one of the crazy cousins, Maurice. It was also during this call that we found out that Maurice’s wife, Beth, does the books for this bar, and they are now called Tailgates. OK, still a sports bar, I’m happy.
We got to where the GPS said the bar was and saw a Giant Tiger, a Dollar Tree and a parking lot that might as well have been gravel on dirt. The whole area looked rough. We were about to step into a bar-fly heaven! We walked in the door, 2 nicely dressed adults with 4 kids, and could feel the looks of confusion from the old mustachioed-men sitting at the bar watching the Jay’s game.
We rearranged all the tables in the back section, since we needed the space, and the server came over to drop off the menus and see if we needed any drinks. On the way in, I noticed the Coors Light banners and immediately know it was a Molson bar and could pretty much rhyme off what was on tap….but I asked anyway.
Rickard’s White (a craft beer)
WHOA! OV? I actually never let her get to Creemore and Granville before I ordered the OV. I haven’t had that since I was a
teenager old enough to drink. When it came, it was clear yellow and it smelled like that uncle who drinks too much beer. It was awful smelling. I tried it anyway and you know what? It really wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t great, but it was tolerable. It had that tin pilsner taste up front which kinda gives you pucker mouth at first, but then finishes clean and dry.
The server said that it’s a big hit with the younger crowd (read hipsters) and when Jackie arrived and ordered one too, it was confirmed.
Back at the golf course, we met up with Mark and we had another, this time in a bottle. I can tell you this: If you have a chance, drink it on tap, ’cause it’s gross from the bottle.
Country of Origin: Canada
Alcohol Content: 5%
Vessel: Draught, Bottle