Yesterday’s beer: St. Bernardus (Abt 12) Belgian Abbey Ale
Yesterday’s book:Shoeless Joe by W.P. Kinsella
Notes: Because it’s the beginning of baseball season, because my beloved Texas Rangers are doing well, because my newly adopted Atlanta Braves ain’t doing too shabby, either, and because—for all my love of baseball literature—I’ve never actually read it. Oh, the beer: Look, last night I jotted a quick impressionistic take on the St. Bernardus in my notebook that referenced Rabelais, deflowering nuns, and rolling orgasms, all written in the 2nd-person. A cooler and less inebriated head prevailed this morning. Maybe, when I have my second St. Bernardus (tonight), I’ll decide to give you the full write-up. But, unless my enthusiasm was hyperbolic, let’s say that this is simply the best beer I’ve ever tasted. Ever.