Time to finally drink some of those Bokbiers cluttering up my living room floor.
The people behind this Bok, are based close to here. Not sure where it's brewed, mind.
Two Chefs Brewing Billy Biscuit, 7.2% ABV, 46 EBC, 38 IBU)
A fairly pale red--brown, smells like caramel. bittersweet in the gob. Quite malty. Bitter at the end. Sorry for the brevity. At that beer competition in Chile we had to write loads. I'm all worded out when it comes to describing beer.
Let's see if Andrew can do any better.
"Do you want to try my beer, Andrew?"
"Let me finish this email first."
It's something to do with his course. The university seems very poorly organised.
"It isn't bad. It isn't something you'd want to drink pint after pint, but it's OK."
Praise indeed. Nice reference to session drinking of pints. I've raised him well.
"Do you want to try my beer, Dolores?"
"I'm busy. . . . . I'll try it later."
After Dolores has finished cooking Andrew's tea. Andrew, the 21-year-old who's supposedly moved out. She's a mug when it comes to the kids.
"Mm, it's OK-ish, I suppose."
It is a bit medicinally bitter, now I come to think about it.
Alexei has just come in.
"I've got dogshit on my shoe, Mama."
I bought a pie in Amstelveen this afternoon. From a place that sells these little coconut things. Where suddenly a heated display of pies has appeared. South African themed. I don't care. They look like pies. I went for steak. Seemed a safe bet.
"Dad, it's not bad." says Alexei.
Dolores: "The pastry is good and there's proper meat."
Andrew: "How much was it, Dad?"
"Four euros fifty"
Andrew and Dolores: "What!" Steak and pastry fly across the room as they gasp in horror
Dolores: "That wouldn't cost more than two quid in Britain."
Alexei: "About 1.75 in euros, then."
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