Most of the time I just stumble on excellent beer because I usually look at the options and pick the one I’ve never had before. It’s one of the reasons I keep going back to places like Bailey’s and the Horse Brass; I don’t know what I’m going to get. This is a little weird for me personally because I tend to like to wander to different bars as an unknown, an explorer in the wilds of the pubs. Not with quite the same fervor as Bill, but I’m getting off track.
I initially said that this beer tasted like a banana split, but that phrase is woefully incomplete. It does have a myriad of flavors that seem to happen all at once, but it doesn’t really taste like a confection of ice cream and chocolate. Like the Dutchess, there’s a hint of sour in there, to offset a sweeter, roasted beer, but that sourness is less pronounced than in the Dutchess. Upon drinking it, I smiled so broadly Fuz said that he’d obviously chosen the wrong beer and proceeded to order that as his second.
My complaint is that there just isn’t enough of it. This is the kind of beer you need a pint to really appreciate completely and because it’s a Belgian getting a little over half that is pricey. At this rate, I’m going to have to go to Europe for drinks just to save money.