I always have this problem, because no matter what I think at the beginning, by the end I think it's great. This particular one, an Avery Reverend Quadruppel, I would have initially called subpar. In Katie's words, it had a strong taste of butter. Now that I'm sitting here done with it, all ill feelings are forgiven, and I just want some more of it. In the immortal words of Homer: "they smell good, they look good, you'd step over your own mother just to get one! But you can't stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!"I blame the Belgian candy sugar and its addictive properties. I think the fair rating is: pretty good but not the best. I'd hit it again so I guess I'll give it a 4/5. I'm glad this got a passing grade, because there is a whole shelf of Avery's at the store I want to try. Next up is the Czar which is waiting in the fridge for the weekend.
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The picture on your tv comes through really well.
I have no access to Belgians here. I can only find them by the case. And that's a pricey route to take.
I went to the driving range today. Oh yes.
By the way, when are we having the SBF?
Can't wait for Beerfest.
Pete, your town sucks. Why the Nazi/ Soviet Stalag beer policies? You should tell all purveyors of libations to take their gezpacho and go back to Russia.
Yeah, I spelled it wrong....on purpose!
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