Sigh. Just one week ago I was defending my decision to review expensive beer with the caveat that this would not always be the case. I hate to say it, but here I go again. What can I do? New Year’s Eve is upon us and there are so few beers that fit the traditional-for-the-observance profile.
There have been some pricey beers being reviewed in this column lately. Someone pointed this fact out to me a few days ago. Their tone was accusative bordering on the implication of me being an elitist. I can assure you that this is not the case.
We begin with something that you can’t even buy in America. For fear of reprisal and hurt feelings from those who were not deemed worthy enough to share with, we’ll call my first benefactor Mr. X. Mr. X surprised me at my store with Trappist Westvleteren.
December has barely begun and I’m already sick to death of Bing Crosby’s voice. “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas,” indeed! That’s because, apparently, it is now mandatory to officially start the holiday season immediately following Halloween.