There is beer, and then there is Belgian Beer … How long will it take to drink 1000 different ones? What is left after you get through the top 100? How fat could one get? How many new friends can you make? How many globulous stains will be left on your lap when the occasional gushing brown takes you by surprise? This blog isnt about repeating whats on beer-rating websites – it’s one man’s journey from 1 to 1000 – from amateur to possibly some kind of consummate pipe-smoking moustachioued professional.. It’s about the rough and the smooth, the wheat and the chaff and whether one can finally decide on whether gentlemen really do prefer blondes?
Choosing from 1000 beers is too difficult for me. I like the concept of randomness, the fate of the gods, chance – and so decided to devise ingenious ways to generate random beers, and let the course of that fate tell a story… This is that story.
Enjoy … I know I will
I live and breathe in London and can regularly be found wandering the Belgian Countryside sniffing out the fine and not so fine of Belgium’s beverages. I have recently taken a break from writing while starting a family – although it’s fair to say I havent stopped drinking
Here is my cellar – ok.. Here is my floordrobe – a temporary measure while I move house