Sooooooooo last Saturday was a fucking blast, so many people showed up to celebrate the launch of Crane Records. A few reasons why this party ruled: an abundance of babes in attendance, superstar DJs playing the best jams, questionable dancing, good pals, good times and of course staggering amounts of free booze.
Here are some highlights if you missed out:

before the debauchery began

rad mural by Everett

beer guards


bartending at warp speed (sort of)

some goons


check out all these cool people at our cool party

playing the finest slow jams

Thanks goes out to:

-McAuslan brewery for hooking us up with so many brews
-our lovely and generous hostess Jenna
-Louis Lazaris for these sweet pictures (check his site out here)
- YOU if you came out and partied!

See you soon!

The lovely Jenna Harkness and her roomates have turned part of their huge loft into a recording studio. In order to celebrate and promote it, they're throwing a launch party and asked Tasty Brews to help provide the beers and the people. COME!!

PUMPKIN ALE
(mcauslan.com)

one of the tastiest brews and only for a limited time :(
Just another thing to love about the fall.

Some other epic pumpkin brews:
-Harvest Moon
-Shipyard Brewing Co "Pumpkinhead"

A HUGE thanks to McAuslan, POP Montreal, Matt Foster and everyone who played on the Tasty Brews team for last weekend's POP Hockey tournament. We lost both games BUT we brought the beer (once again thanks to the amazing people at McAuslan) so we WON the hearts of everyone and at being cool.

TEAM DUMPY!

HEY Y'ALL!!!

I know we have sucked a lot at posting lately, but rest assured we're busy working on other cool projects involving beer.
I had the pleasure of drinking the Saint Ambroise Raspberry ale all summer and damn that shits tasty.
Living so close to the McAuslan brewery made my summer pretty great. With a week off smack dab in the middle of Montreal's heat-wave, Laura and I spent an afternoon cooling ourselves off under an umbrella with ice cold pitchers by the canal.

Speaking of the Canal and the brewery---
We're throwing another party!!!
FREE BEER!!!!!!!!!!!!
thanks to the absolutely wonderful people at McAuslan. Located right on the Lachine Canal in the Crane Lofts, OCTOBER 16TH, STARTING AT 10PM We will be providing the tunes and the ice cold brews so you can drink, dance and check out a brand new recording studio (sup musicians).
More details to come!

I could never live in the States. There's just something about how god damn free they are that's a little too intoxicating. In short: I lose my mind down there. Years of living in a polite, socialist-lite country have left me with no coping mechanism when presented with the sheer ridiculousness of American excess. Which brings us to the subject of our breview, that high-fructose bastard child of energy drink and malt liquor: Four Loko.

Stef had had the whole range of flavours of these things chilling in her fridge for a long while, a poisoned bounty from a trip long ago. When offered one I was eager to see just how "loko" they really were. I opted for the fruit punch variety. There was no turning back. The taste will haunt me to my grave.

She came so close to spitting it out. Definitely the smarter thing to do. You're first hit with a mean, rotten Kool-Aid flavour, a twisted parody of it that immediately soiled all my fond childhood memories of the drink. Just as you realize you've made a huge mistake, the alcohol aftertaste punches you in the gut. There's no need for hyperbole here: this stuff is 12% alcohol and tastes like it. This one-two punch of awful opposites hits you so quickly that your first sips seem tolerable. Then the sugar kicks in.

I have never felt so completely out of my mind as I did drinking this stuff. Granted, Stef, Laura and I split two more of these abominations (and may have even snuck in a fucking Joose somehow?) but the crazy feeling started when I was a third into my can and didn't leave until 7 am the next day.

I have a bad drunk memory and can usually write off any tomfoolery committed under the influence with my revisionist brain but not this time. I have never woken up so completely sure that I made a huge, giant, throbbing asshole of myself the night before. There's no shame like post-Four Loko shame, people.

Scanning the previous night's voice mails, text messages and BBMs, I was able to deduce that I acted like a full blown douche idiot moron. Girlfriends past and present were berated. Close friends were insulted. Stairs were fallen down. Beers were unsuccessfully hidden down pants. Weed may have been swiped. Fences were hopped. Dudes were unsubtly hit on. This was some dark shit. Manchurian Candidate shit. I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a tub of ice with several organs missing and presumed harvested.

This "brew" can ruin friendships, make your girlfriend dump you and generally have you acting like a full-on idiot. Consumption will result in all of your peers losing respect for you.

I'm so sorry, everyone.

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editor's note: I got to witness the beginning of this shitshow go down while I was totally sober. After about 20 minutes I was in tears and ran away to a straight edge person's house for consolation. Maybe I'm a pussy, no I'm definitely a pussy, but Four Loco is some mean shit. Unless you want to look like a more sinister version of Bart and Millhouse in that Simpson's episode where they drink the all syrup super Squishy, stay the hell away from this garbage juice.

I hope everyone had an awesome summer. We are planning some sweet brew-related activities for the fall so don't forget about us!