This is a story from a pub. Perhaps not a very interesting one, but a story nonetheless.
Here are a couple of bottles that I reviewed about two weeks ago with Simon. I’ve got a huge backlog of potential blog posts that I hope to slowly roll out over the next few weeks. Apologies in advance if they end up out of chronological order. Don’t think too hard out there!
One of my quests whilst I am in England is to visit the towns and villages of my ancestors and seek out any remaining distant relatives. Since I tend to call in at at least one pub in every place that I visit, I guess you could call it my ancestral home pub crawl. First stop on the tour: Beccles, Suffolk.
On my last full day in Vancouver, I stopped in at the Yaletown Brewing Company for a pint. I also happened to catch the end of the day’s Champions League matches, specifically Chelsea’s 2-1 win over Atletico Madrid. My beer of choice was the intriguing English style Golden Brown Ale.
On Friday in Brighton I met up with Brooke, an old friend from Vernon, for a day at the coast!
Tomorrow morning I leave Belgium and head to England. In preparation, I am calmly devouring the remaining bottles of Belgian beer that I have acquired during my three weeks here. This blog post happens to be about one of them.
A stunning combination of having previously lived in and photographed the s*$& out of Ghent, a general indifference to taking lots of new photos, a camera that fairs poorly in darkly lit cafés, and questionable photography skills, has led to the vast majority of my photos from Ghent thus far being of inferior quality. But there’s something kind of punk and artsy about that, isn’t there?