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After a brewery tour and lengthy tasting session at St Bernardus in Watou, Belgium, Marco (if you know him, you love the guy) decides to grab a couple of bottles from the brewery cellar and says to my wife and I, "I'm not sure what or how old this beer is but I've been dying to drink it, shall we?"
The beer was (of course) fantastic and to this day no one knows exactly what beer we drank.
That and a cycling mad brother of a Belgian friend of mine called me a "Real Flandrian" after riding the 265km RvV Cyclo (in the rain) in 2010. I didn't know what that meant at the time.
The beer was (of course) fantastic and to this day no one knows exactly what beer we drank.
That and a cycling mad brother of a Belgian friend of mine called me a "Real Flandrian" after riding the 265km RvV Cyclo (in the rain) in 2010. I didn't know what that meant at the time.