As I traveled back to the origins of the worlds top Trappist-en brewers I found myself right in the heart of Brussels. The grand palace square from September 5-7th was teaming with life. connoisseurs from around the world gathered to celebrate and share in Belgium’s beer traditions. I bought my fair share of tokens (Bottle Caps) that allowed me to sample several great Belgium beers while anonymously mingling in the crowd. A rumor spread about a very select beer surfacing just outside the square at small pub. Ask for it specifically I was told – Westvleteren 12. I was told to hurry as a sighting of such delights was extremely rare.

I followed the advise and set off to the pub. The waitress was very surprised when I asked for the treasure. She paused and informed the beer was 15 euro a bottle. Yes, the best things in life aren’t always free I replied. She asked me to take a seat and informed me she would find me. I sat outside in the warm open air full of anticipation. What manor of treat could be so cherished that it whispered in the air through the quiet voices of the crowd? After a few minutes the cold bottle, opener and glass arrived.

Archbishop C

Ah, it’s that blessed time of year again…It is the dawn of the Pumpkin Ale .

Brother Boom was ordained to determine the best pumpkin ale in these parts. As it turned out – the first holy battle was a misnomer, it was akin to a slaughter.

Jack’s Pumpkin Spice Ale versus Dogfish Head Punkin Ale.

Jack’s came out lame, barely registering a noticeable pumpkin flavor. It floated out of the bottle as a thin ale with the ever so slight taste of pumpkin. Weak!  It boasted having nutmeg, cinnamon, ginger and clove, but I only tasted a watered down wanna be. Very disappointed.

Dogfish Head landed a shot to the labanza that made my halo spin! A bit too much of everything!  Real Pumpkin – CHECK! Brown sugar – check! Allspice – accounted for! Cinnamon – definitely in the steeple! Nutmeg – all over the place.

But at the very least it had a definitive taste! Even after a few seconds, the over-powering taste still lingered. I needed a buffalo wing to clear my palate!

Stunned…but it’s clearly the first round winner for having the temerity to blast out of the gate tasting!

I can’t wait for round 2!

Is there anything better then a delightfully delicious bottle of Chimay Grand Reserve?

Worshiped this weekend came with a heavenly taste. Surprised that such a perfect creation could come in a bottle, I savored the well rounded fruity taste in awe at what true trappist genius have been able to assemble. Such wonderful inspiration should be shared by all brew lovers everywhere. Run out and get yourself some today. Can heaven on earth last forever? Unfortunately no, for my bottle has ran dry.

May the grandest of beers be always with you!

Bishop C