Along with the Leffe Ruby, I also picked up a bottle of Ciney Brune, a Ramée Ambrée, a Carrefour Kriek, and a Mont des Cats Trappist beer. Over the last week, I made sure to drink them all before today’s journey to London!
Yesterday I arrived in Ghent (Sint Amandsberg to be exact) for one week of visiting and drinking! This afternoon I picked up a selection of random Belgian beers at the supermarket for sampling. Here we go!
One day after work my father and I scoured the cellars for a prime vintage of Belgian beer, with the intention to share it outside in our woodland. An especially aged bottle of the Cuvée De Ranke from Brouwerij De Ranke was retrieved from the darkness. With a pair of Leffe glasses in hand, we strode forth to quench our curiosity and our thirst!
This is the story of a whacky beer that I shared with my Polish housemates mere moments before setting off from my home in York to the train station, where I would begin my journey back to Canada.
As we come to the end of a few days in which I was able to relax and come to terms with England and Belgium’s terrific World Cup runs thus far, it’s time to take a look back at some of the other drinks that I have consumed during this World Cup. Some of them excellent, some of them bad.
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?