I am in Belgium right now. Home of arguably the best beers in the world, and there are literally hundreds of them here. All best ones 😀
So tonight I - a little bit by accident - ended up in a place I actually know very well. I've had many a dinners here years ago. This is where you go when you want to eat your Belgian grandmother's food. They make the mayo themselves. They do vol-au-vent with meatballs! Like everyone should!
As I'm taking a look at the menu one of the things that strike me is that there exist two Trappist Ales that I have never heard of yet. Bloody hell! So I inquire which one would best fit my choice of food...
So I order one. And then this arrives:
It's served in a wine glass because nobody knows what to serve it in. That's exciting. Like, really exciting. A glass is poured for me. Little too much foam but I'm not complaining. All the more aroma for that first sniff. And then it comes.
Fuck.
It smells of a candy shop you walk into when you are two years old! It smells of clover honey smeared all over a person you love! Holy crap! It's fucking amazing! In fact it's unlike anything I've ever smelled before! What have they put into this stuff? Eucalyptus leaves?! In a Trappist Ale?! Sure Father, yeehaw, that works!!
It's not Belgian.
It's Italian.
The home of the best food I have ever had now apparently makes the best beer I have ever tasted? Fine. I'll let go of my Belgian pride. I'm OK with that. I'll just move to Italy one day.
Anyway here's a picture of my food because that's what people post these days apparently. I'm in heaven. I'll see you guys later!
