i've said this before and i'll say it again: beer connoisseurship is bloody pretentious, which is why i stay far far away from it. the fruity language that accompanies beer connoisseurship makes me want to kill hipsters. and steal their ipods.
my sugar daddy treated me to pub italia the other day, one of my most favourite restaurants in the city. it's not because of the food (which is okay), but because of their 200+ beer list. i tried the floreffe dubbel. it was okay. like the language that accompanies its praises though, it was a little too fruity for me.
it's hard judging trappist ales because it's like getting nitpicky over a A+ paper. i'm sure there are valid criticisms et al, but in relativism, they make every B average student around want to kill you. and steal your ipod.
also, to note: the excitement got so much to me that i almost picked a second beer from the menu. something german. it was under the "adventurous" page. then dom asked me incredulously "are you sure you'll be ok driving?"
oh yeah. driving. i forgot about that.
