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His proposal was surely divinely inspired because this Trappist beer was about the only bottle of any type I had left in the house. Apart from those bottles I've been aging. And a few other bottles awaiting a formal tasting. OK, there are a rather a lot, really, but not nearly as many as usual because I've not been shopping properly since returning from holiday last week. (Remember the Middle East beers?)
I say "properly" because I am becoming progressively less inspired when I go to the local shops and supermarkets here in Brussels. As I mentioned back in April, it's hard to find anything out of the ordinary in Belgian beer even here in the heart of Belgium.
Of course, the bars are a bit different, especially places like Moeder Lambic. But the shops around town are generally too limited. Perhaps it's just that I've reached level two of Mario Brothers Beer Snob, but I find it disappointing: why can't Belgian shops and supermarkets offer a greater variety of this country's own famous product?
|Warning: Drinking this beer is subversive|
Now, an odd thing about the bottle of Westmalle Tripel purchased on the left-hand coast of the pond compared to that acquired on the right is a government warning on the former, which is absent from the latter. Does this mean the American variety of the beverage is more injurious to health? Or is it that the US is more of a nanny state than Belgium?
|Brother monk, where's your robe?|