![[ Logo ]](creemore18.jpg)
Domini had the presence of mind to ask about the whereabouts of the spring in Creemore Springs. Can we go see the idyllic pastoral setting depicted on the boxes? Actually, no. There is no river. It's an artesian spring and, according to our guide, all you'd see there is a tanker truck parked at the side of the road where they fill it up before hauling it back to the brewery. What a letdown! (Our guide was coy about the exact location of the idyllic pastoral tanker truck.)
![[ Calculation station ]](creemore19.jpg)
Calculation station! (With manual backup system.)
![[ More storage tanks ]](creemore20.jpg)
More storage tanks.
![[ Copper vats ]](creemore21.jpg)
The main vat room is visible from the street, and they put the shiny copper one nearest to the window. I asked about the one vat being copper, and the guide said it makes for a more even heat distribution and also imparts a caramel taste.
At the end of the tour we downed some more samples and grabbed some free bottle openers. Then it was across the street to a pub for lunch.
![[ Pronunciation guide ]](creemore22.jpg)
They're very concerned that no one commit any faux-pas in ordering...
![[ Pub pickles ]](creemore23.jpg)
Deep-fried pickles? Surprisingly good; they tasted like dill pickle potato chips. (Mind you, those were always an acquired taste.) These showed up on the bill as 'PUB PICKELES.'
While we ate, everyone in the restaurant watched Arachnophobia on the big-screen TV at one end of the dining room. It has a few really disgusting bits in it (I was glad I had my back to it.)
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