Beer Festival 1
Beer Festival 2
October 31, 1998
On our way back to Heikant from Huisbrouwerij, in Diest, it was necessary to stop for some
bodily refreshment, not to mention beer. And of course we visited Paul's home to
meet his family. They gather on Saturday evenings at their mother's house to drink
Orval, and from the looks of the picture at the right, a few other tantalizing beverages.
By the way, this is where Kim acquired one of here most cherished posessions, a cap lifter
that doesn't destroy the caps. If you wonder why this is so important, well, you
obviously have not had the pleasure of meeting her, and you'll just have to wait until
then to find out. You can see it in the hands of one of it's former owners in the
first picture, at the lower right hand corner.
Eventually we sauntered/staggered off the festival, just a short walk down the street to
the Zall Familia. We arrived what an uninformed American might consider to be
fashionably late, at 11 PM, but could not get seated until midnight, because it was
standing room only. Fortunately somebody took pity on us poor souls, and served us
beer, Belgian style.
Satan Red, 33cl, 60 Bfr, 8%, very deceiving, but not very interesting.
Cuvee de Noel, St. Feuillier, 9%, 360 Bfr, 1.5 Liter. Biere d
Abbaye Abdijbier. Red, dry, lightly spiced.
Fantome de Noel, Biere Artisanale Belge, 8%, .75 Liter, 200 Bfr.
Sour, but drinkable, dark, with a malty aroma.
3 Fonteine Gueze, 750 ml. Cloudy Yellow Ale, Belgian Style.
Austere dry, but not biting. Horsey aromas. Wow!
Caracole Bruin. big brown, malty, what else does Kim need?
Cantillon Kriek. Dry as it gets, a world classic.
Rodenback Grand Cru. Yum, great with Kass.
Catjes Kriek, 750 ml, 200 Bfr, aged 10 years. Very mild Kriek.
Oxidized, winey and old, basically crap.
There were a number of other beers that we sampled, but managed to not take notes on them,
as we were busy doing other things (see the pictures below to get an idea).
Eventually we left, and were driven back to the hotel in Lier in time to see sun rise.
A short visit with Paul's family
Only a few more Orval's to go, and we're out of here...
Nice shirt, Paul.
This is how we drank in the olden daze of yore.
Aww, any drunken fool can do that...
It's all downhill from here.
Got that Boogie Fever.
Born to be Wild.