Forks & Founders
West Coast IPAPine, grapefruit pith, and a dry cedar finish. Our flagship and our handshake.
Brewed for the city that raised us.
A heritage craft brewery on the bend of the Thames, London Ontario. Founded 2011.
Read our story
Long before the first kettle steamed, this was a place of meeting. Wagons crossed the forks of the Thames, mills turned along the water, and a square of red brick rose where neighbours traded grain, news, and good company.
Commons & Crown began in a corner of that same square, in a tannery building left dark for thirty years. We swept the floors by hand. We kept the iron beams. We named the brewery for the two things every honest town keeps close: the common ground where people meet, and the small crown of pride they share when they build something together.
We brew slowly and we brew small. Every batch begins with soft river-valley water, two-row barley malted within the county, and hops we pick by name. Nothing is rushed to meet a season it was never meant for.
Our brewers learned the old way first, by feel and by failure, before they trusted a single gauge. The result is beer with a backbone. Clean, generous, and unmistakably ours. We would rather pour one honest pint than a thousand forgettable ones.
On any given evening the long oak bar fills with the people who make a city work. Trades and teachers, students and grandparents, the night shift heading home and the early crowd just arriving. No velvet rope. No quiet corner reserved for the few.
That is the whole idea. A brewery should give a town somewhere to be itself. We poured the foundation for a place that belongs to everyone, and we have spent every year since trying to be worthy of it.
Poured fresh at the taproom and canned for the road. The list turns with the seasons, but these are the ones that built the house.
Pine, grapefruit pith, and a dry cedar finish. Our flagship and our handshake.
Toasted hazelnut, dark toffee, and soft cocoa. Built for the long table.
Bread crust, fresh hay, and a clean snap. The first round and the last.
Espresso, bittersweet chocolate, and a velvet roll across the tongue.
White pepper, lemon zest, and a stony, crackling dryness.
Dried fig, oak, brown sugar, and a slow, warming close. Released once a year.
I have sat at that bar through a wedding, a wake, and four playoff runs. Some places sell you a drink. Commons & Crown gives you a seat at the table.
Marie Doucette, regular since opening night
Find us in the old tannery on the square. Walk-ins always welcome, growlers always filled, dogs and grandparents equally adored.