Gollem. The third one in town. I added visiting it to my mental to-do list.
Saturday afternoon I was at a loose end. The kids didn't want to make any more adverts. Or do anything, other than play a game involving lots of machine guns and splattering blood. Mardy gits.
"Do you fancy checking out the new Gollem?" I asked Mike. "When?" he replied. "In 23 minutes." It pays to be precise with Mike. "OK." Persuading him to go down the pub isn't difficult.
Until recently, it had been a while since I'd drunk Westvleteren. Then two weeks ago I picked up a bottle in Bierkoning. Just €12.50 for a 12. I only got the one. It was a gusher. About €2.50-worth ended up down the sink.
Here's one of my patented non-reviews. Quite hoppy. That's what I thought. Though, based on an analyses published years ago in the PINT magazine, I know that Westvleteren 12 has more IBUs than any other Trappist (including Orval). Served at cellar temperature, after warming, it tasted sweeter. That enough to establish me as the new Michael Jackson?
Mike's beer choice was less fortunate. A Witkap Pater Dubbel that tasted watered down. "I had a crap one from the shop last week." Mike remarked. "Why the flip did you choose it here then?" I thought. "Yes, it does taste weird" is what I said.
We went inside after the first one. It gave Mike chance to complain about the music. Bebop jazz. He's such a philistine.
I wonder. Westvleteren 12 costs €12. If they still brewed the 4, would that cost €4 here?
We had a couple more beers and went home. As I can't be arsed to describe the pub or more of our visit, here are some pictures.
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