Ottawa was another city that we spent less than 24 hours in. We were told that it wasn’t worth more than that – we can’t remember exactly who gave us this advice, but we were disappointed that we took it. Turns out Ottawa is beautiful little city, and it’s a shame that we didn’t have more time to explore it properly. Oh well, next time.
After wandering along the Rideau Canal looking for the Ice Skating area (apparently they’d blown it up a few days before?!) we found ourselves in the shopping district. Being hungry tourists, we found a restaurant (The Brig), bought some food, and washed it down with the first and only pitcher of beer on the trip. Luckily it was filled with beer #130 of the list – St Ambroise Pale Ale.
This isn’t a Pale Ale as I’m accustomed to it – there’s no floral, citrus or pine notes, so if that’s what you’re chasing, you’ll need to look elsewhere. What it does have is a faint aroma of apricot jam with some pear and apple thrown in there. This is followed by a malty backbone and a whispering bitterness contained in a body that, if I didn’t know any better, I would swear was nitrogenated. It was smooth, refreshing, and perfect match with our onion rings and sweet potato fries.
Is it a Pale Ale? No, I’d put it in golden ale territory. But is it good? I’d have another pitcher for sure. Give it a chance…just like you should give Ottawa a chance.