My mate and I ordered two flights. Beers were decent, but the kettle sours all felt very same-y; I’m guessing they had one main brew of sour that they flavoured with different fruits after an initial brew.
Then, about halfway through our flights, a man entered, followed by two young boys, about 4 and 6 at the time. He walks behind the bar and pours a couple of flight glasses with some of their sours, and hands them to the kids. The kids are clearly excited for this, and eagerly start consuming their beverages. The younger one starts licking the head like it’s a frickin’ ice cream cone.
There was another couple of patrons at the bar, and them, my friend, and I exchange some confused glances as we quietly finish up our flights. My friend and I didn’t discuss it until we left, where we were simply shocked by what we had witnessed. Haven’t been back since.
I went to Île Sauvage once.
My mate and I ordered two flights. Beers were decent, but the kettle sours all felt very same-y; I’m guessing they had one main brew of sour that they flavoured with different fruits after an initial brew.
Then, about halfway through our flights, a man entered, followed by two young boys, about 4 and 6 at the time. He walks behind the bar and pours a couple of flight glasses with some of their sours, and hands them to the kids. The kids are clearly excited for this, and eagerly start consuming their beverages. The younger one starts licking the head like it’s a frickin’ ice cream cone.
There was another couple of patrons at the bar, and them, my friend, and I exchange some confused glances as we quietly finish up our flights. My friend and I didn’t discuss it until we left, where we were simply shocked by what we had witnessed. Haven’t been back since.