Moosehead in bottles at the Maple Leaf Pub
01.07.2008 - 01.07.2008 27 °C
Back on July 1st, 1867, the British colonies of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, and the Province of Canada joined into a federation of four provinces (the Province of Canada being divided, in the process, into Ontario and Quebec) which henceforth would be known as the Dominion of Canada.
Now, the Queen of Canada Elizabeth the Second (who also happens to be the Queen of England) is our head of state, but since 1867 Canada has been outside the control of the British parliament (though there were some ties until the 1982 constitution was signed, which is so divisive to our country I won't get into at this time). Many folks, even Canadians, are not aware that our head of state is in fact the ruling Monarch, represented in Canada by the Governor General (currently Ms. Michaëlle Jean, a bilingual immigrant to Canada from Haiti).
Anyway, enough history, now more beer.
Moosehead is a Canadian beer which has a surprisingly strong presence internationally, as no one I know seems to drink it in Canada. However, I have found it in pubs in the United States, France and now England both in abundance of supply and well represented through various marketing efforts (small flags hanging from the ceiling, buxom bartenders in tight-fitting t-shirts, that sort of thing).
Anyway, the Moosehead marketing dollars were out in full force at the Maple Leaf Pub today, which is (self-proclaimed, though I can't dispute the claim) London's only Canadian Pub.
The Maple Leaf Pub is a pretty big deal on July 1. It used to be so big that they shut down Maiden's Lane to allow the party to spill out into the street, but like all things in London, that party was ruined by a stabbing, and so now the crowd is confined to inside the pub for Canada Day, with overflow being directed to the party at Trafalgar Square just a few blocks away.
Damn kids and their knives. PUT DOWN THE WEAPONS, BOYS, YOU ARE RUINING MY CHANCES TO DRINK!
Anyway, met a number of Canadians at the pub, and a few Canadians-for-a-day who managed to throw on some red and white and throw down a few pints.
And so we find me, 27 days into my life in London, already talking about life back in Canada.
Seriously, I had a few people ask me the same question today.
"Are you missing home?"
I had to answer the same way every time.
"I haven't been here long enough yet."
Ask me the same question next year. Maybe I will have a different answer.