Brussels Day 1: Final Report

What is the strange non-descript brown beer in the grimy glass on the table?

Hmm....

What could it be?

I've only been here one day and this was supposed to be a major accomplishment.

I don't get it.

We'll have to take a closer look

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IT'S WESTVLETEREN 12!!!! The supposedly impossible to get best beer on earth. This beer is supposedly only available directly from the obscure monastery that brews it. When the rare illicit bottle appears in the U.S., it often fetches upwards of $50! And here I found it in the Brussels Bier Tempel!!! The woman behind the counter spoke English but was quite evasive when asked how her store is able to carry this "holy" brew. As for the hype, it is dead on. This beer is among the richest most complex liquids I've ever consumed but still retains a 100% beer feel.

So on my final jaunt around town, I wandered aimlessly scouting for grocery stores and laudromats. Success on both counts but the dismal closing time of 8 pm is a bit annoying. I'll never get Europe apparently. Lori should be happy to know that I finally got my paper cone of frites and also discovered a hidden gem....Until tomorrow!