Wolverine proceeded to describe geographically, a bar he used to frequent in a small town in the Canadian Rockies, finishing with "...and a damn fine waitress to boot. Oh and snow...lots of snow." He hadn't been to this bar for years, they had their own brewery where the strongest and finest Canadian beer was made. He remembered once he almost got a buzz off of it, but then had to pay for the barrel that he chugged.