I have to say I have no idea these sorts of things went on but, even though it is Easter and I should be nicer especially having attended an excellent morning service, I just can't stop reading the comments after the post that contains this:
...I have had to explain, and apologize, for certain "Toronto beer celebritites" as if they are actualy goddamn relatives of mine, for their obnoxious, entitled behaviour in bars I have only been two once - like it's my non-existent brother we're talking about... I doubt if this gets through to anyone in particular, but PLEASE, do not ruin any more places in Ontario or upstate New York for me - I am tired of having to explain that "no, I am NOT associated with that dickhead" to servers, bartenders and pub/restaurant owners from central Ontario to south of Buffalo. I have tried to be nice, but frankly enough is enough.
Never have I been happier to have created the idea of Easlakia... OK, once but that was really really personal. But where in the world does the idea of "Toronto beer celebritites" (sic) come from?? I mean even the idea of "Toronto celebrities" alone bends the space time continuum a bit, right? No, this is weird. Yet honest. Yet a car crash. And makes me wonder what stamp collectors say behind each others backs.
I live in a bubble out here. If this is what beer nerds are, I don't know. I am taking another good hard look at Miller High Life. Just saying. Add a slice of lime, it's a Mill-rona. It works.