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| - I know what you're thinking - a Brewsters is a Brewsters right? Wrong.
After travelling roughly a year to go from Calgary's NW to the deep, deep south and questioning many times if I was even still in Calgary anymore (shockingly I was), I met up with some friends to watch a Flames game here. I've been to Brewsters several times up north (Crowfoot Location) and to be honest the service has always been underwhelming. So has the food. In fact, if I wasn't a beer drinker who also likes antioxidants (they've got a killer blueberry beer here) I'd probably never go out of my way to get to a Brewsters.
But this location won me over with a combination of super friendly staff and a kitchen that seems to actually kind-of, sort-of give a damn whether your meal sucks or not.
The place was packed, so myself and four friends lined the bar where we could see the game. Lots of screens, so this wasn't too hard.
The bartender took care of us immediately, shooting us menus and pouring drinks like we had raging infernos in our throats that could only be doused out by delicious beer. After spending a few periods here watching the game we were treated to a beer fusion - the bartender poured us all shots of a Huckleberry/Raspberry beer combo. Now, while I'm sure giving us these tiny beers was just a marketing tactic to make us buy more big beers, it WORKED. As soon as that magical Huck/Rasp elixir hit my lips I needed more of it in my life.
And that's something they don't really tell you at Brewsters - you can COMBINE the beers. They should really list that on the menu somewhere - my frankenbeer was amazing.
I ordered a burger. Normally the burgers I've been served at Brewsters have been sloppily put together and pretty greasy. Not so in the magical land of McKenzie Towne. Here my burger was immaculately composed, and while still a little drippy it was far from the messes I've been served in the past.
Our bartender kept the drinks coming with a smile on her face and despite a room brimming with thirsty guests still found a way to keep our glasses full.
So yeah, it's not earth shattering. It's a Brewsters. But if I can save up enough money to afford gas for the Oregon-Trail sized journey to the south and my whistle needs wetting, I'll probably stop in again.
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