Among my many visits in Ghent these past two weeks was a small drinking session with my second host brother Thibaud. For our third drink we were joined by Thibaud’s friend Henri, who just so happens to be my first host brother!
One week ago was my first night in Ghent, and I was invited to dinner with the family of my former Youth Exchange Officer, Dominique Delbeke. They also surprised me by inviting along my old school friend Claire Flanagan, which was a lovely surprise.
The dinner consisted of a delicious cheese fondue, and a few drinks, but the most blog worthy takeaway from the evening was the carton of Fristi that somehow got thrust upon me in joking fashion as the evening wound down. I promised to review it, so here we are.
My next day in Brussels, Tuesday 3 October, I took advantage of our friends’ lovely backyard by installing myself with two grocery store bought beers. The cats then did their part by installing themselves on wall and lawn respectively.
For those of you who don’t know, I have received a two year visa for the UK, and I will soon be spending a lot of time exploring England, and perhaps eventually working in a pub. First though, I have returned to Belgium to visit some of my favourite people and cafés, not necessarily in that order. Going forward, you can expect my blog to become in part a travel blog, complemented by the usual drink reviews.
To those of you who don’t know, I am a bit of a Trekkie. For those of you who must know, The Next Generation is my favourite series, and my favourite film is probably a toss up between First Contact and the eponymous reboot film. Now that that’s out of the way, I can tell you about this beer (and this book) that I found!
Tonight is my last night in Vernon. Tomorrow morning I head to Vancouver, and on Thursday I fly to London, England. So naturally I am sipping on a couple of brews with my parents and cats as we spin some vinyl. Below is an interpretation of what they taste like.
Last night, my father and I decided to use up the remainder of our rather ancient watermelon in the blender with some vodka. It wasn’t inedible, it just didn’t taste prime anymore, and so we thought a blend of watermelon, vodka, and ice would be the best way to avoid waste. Boy were we in for a surprise!