The older three had a dance recital one Saturday, and the way it was set up, two were in the first half of the first show and one was in the last half of the second show. All told, we had to sit there and watch NOT OUR KIDS for 3 hours. We really didn’t want to bring a baby into that environment, so we had Mark and Julie watch him. Afterwards, we were going back there to have dinner at their place for a change.
When we got there, it was beer o’clock! I had brought over a nice sample of beers from my fridge to drink. Since 90% of the drinking occurs at my place, I hold the beer. Besides, I have a beer fridge.
The first one we grabbed was the one with the spooky ghost on the label. The label read that the brewer is known for his Belgian saisons, one of which scored a perfect 10 in a book on Belgian beer.
This one poured out a cloudy orange colour and smelled like a saison should, wheaty, farmy and slightly hoppy. Up front, all Mark could taste was booze. Me, on the other hand, tasted what can only be described as farm. It tasted like a farm smells. After a while, I started to get a whole bunch of strange and wonderful flavours. First I got root beer. Ya, that’s right. Root beer beer. After everyone laughed at me for thinking that, and it warmed a little more, it took on more of a pumpkin and/or pumpkin spice flavour. Mark only ever tasted pumpkin and spices. He was not a fan.
I really enjoyed this one. It did end a little harsh, more than likely due to the amount of gunk in the bottom of my glass.