Funny... It doesn't taste like a steel toad
With every new brewery that pops up across the Lower Mainland, the names either get weirder so as to differentiate, or they become similar, as if the beer world needed more amphibian representation. Dead Frog, meet Steel Toad. In this, the cavernous Steel Toad Brewing Company on the edge of the Olympic Village, the American Blonde is reminiscent of today's Radlers, just without the overpowering citrus or the addition of juice or syrup. I could drink this daily and not lament skipping my diet of an IPA a day. Sadly, the designers of this beautifully renovated space and the adjacent condo tower decided to use black polished stones as the ornamental drain tile... mere inches below the twelve foot-high windows. Anyone from Vancouver knows that hand-sized stones plus a hockey-mad city equals an increase in the sale of plywood, if you catch my drift. At least the Canucks are in no threat of providing us denizens of Vancouver with a reason to riot anytime soon. But they do serve better beer at the games now. That's a win I'll take any day.