I would like to admit to spiking this post earlier as I thought it was a comment that somehow got posted as a regular article. Sorry, Uncle, it had nothing to do with our recent dustup. Anyhow, demand Chimay, at the least.
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Submitted by Andy Axel on Wed, 2006/11/08 - 9:54pm.
Delirium is a step up from Chimay, if you ask me. They make a damned good ale, even if it's not an abbey label. Of course, not everyone likes a Belgian golden. I do, though. Duvel is good as well.
Anyhow, I insist on something with a high gravity. It hardly seems sporting to fulfill a wager with a six of PBR or some such nonsense.
I give better than I get when it comes to the hooch.
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Beats the shit out of Leffe, though. Our old grocer in Brooklyn had an astonishing array of Belgian ales. If you are ever in Park Slope, Brooklyn (not my old nabe but close), check out the several craft beer sellers on 5th Ave (BKLYN).
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Submitted by Socialist With ... on Wed, 2006/11/08 - 10:19pm.
Andy, do you really think DT is better than Chimay? Are you serious? No way it beats the Trappist masterpiece that is Chimay. Nuh uh. Nope. Ain't happenin'.
Leffe and Duvel are also good IMO, but my favorite is Hoegaarden, which I totally cannot pronounce, even though I've heard a bunch of Dutch and Flemish people pronounce it for me. The lambics are also among my faves, and there's nothing on Earth like a good framboise, but my Lord, saying that DT beats Chimay is akin to saying the Anheuser-Busch beer called "Budweiser" is better than the original.
Boy, you can't be serious. ;-)
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
Submitted by Andy Axel on Wed, 2006/11/08 - 10:51pm.
The last Chimay I had was a Cinq Cents. I didn't care for it. Might have been the time of year, but I found the DT to be more drinkable and to pack a heavier punch.
(Maredsous 10 is pretty good as well.)
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Submitted by Socialist With ... on Wed, 2006/11/08 - 11:06pm.
The Cinq Cents is very hoppy, and like all three of the Chimay beers, it's unpasteurized. This has a definite impact when it's shipped trans-Atlantic, since the shelf life is so short. By the time Chimay gets to the US, it can often be already stale. The time of year certainly affects the end product, but the red and blue are much more consistent than the Cinq Cents. The blue is a stout-like concoction, and the red is ... well ... red. All three are glorious.
All three should be enjoyed in a Chimay-approved glass, somewhere in southern Belgium, with steamed mussels in season and homemade bread. It's bliss, I'm tellin' ya.
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
Lordy, lordy, all these fancy brews. You all probably drink $4 a cup coffee too. I can't help by think that ordering a "Chimay" must require the accent and attitude of Thurston Howell, III. What's that new country song...'domestic, light and cold'. I'm for that.
My father was a executive with a domestic beer company. American beer is wimpy because of WWII. See, women, who were at home doing all kinds of things that women can do during the war, didn't like the traditional ales that real American beer was. Anyhoo, the big pre-war American beers didn't understand this but Budweiser did. So they started brewing a shitty, thin, tasteless lager meant to be served ice cold. Then, Budweiser (in a Halliburtonesque scenario) cornered the military contract market. So a midwest beer with limited scale, scope and market started foisting 'domestic, wimpy, and cold' upon the Greatest Generation. It has taken over 50 years to turn American tastes back to traditional beers that are strong and tasty.
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Submitted by Socialist With ... on Thu, 2006/11/09 - 8:08am.
I can't help by think that ordering a "Chimay" must require the accent and attitude of Thurston Howell, III.
Chad, it's worse than you think. In Belgium and the Netherlands, each locality has its own specialized brew. They're as proud of their local beers as we are of football teams. The Belgians are obsessive about it.
Each beer is served in a special glass made specifically for that particular beer. Drinking a beer from the wrong glass is a faux pas equivalent to farting at the dinner table.
I was in a bar in the southern Netherlands and asked for a Chimay (they had it on draft! Lordy me!). This was no snooty upscale place; it was just an ordinary corner pub in which Mr. Howell would not have been caught dead. The bartender said, "I'm sorry, I can't serve you the Chimay. I'm out of glasses." She was serious. She refused to serve me that beer because she didn't have the proper glass for it. I had to drink something else.
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
Submitted by redmondkr on Thu, 2006/11/09 - 8:18am.
Stop me if you've heard about the Eastern European village that submitted a sample of their brew for a competition only to receive the reply, "Your horse is pregnant."
That's an old joke that really should be, and probably is, told in most of Europe about American beers.
"Only the pure in heart can make a good soup." - Ludwig van Beethoven
Submitted by Andy Axel on Thu, 2006/11/09 - 9:06am.
Lordy, lordy, all these fancy brews. You all probably drink $4 a cup coffee too. I can't help by think that ordering a "Chimay" must require the accent and attitude of Thurston Howell, III. What's that new country song...'domestic, light and cold'. I'm for that.
You know what, Chad?
I'm trying to be nice here, and you (and Number 9, for that matter) can't help but get a dig in.
I'm trying to settle a wager with a person with whom I don't much agree, and I'm talking about an exotic brew because sending a can of pasteurized, preserved American pisswater is hardly worth the price of the postage. It literally would cost me more to send it than it would to buy it.
Besides that? It's called "losing gracefully," in case you've never heard the term. I have yet to be afforded that opportunity.
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Submitted by WhitesCreek on Sun, 2006/11/12 - 7:13pm.
All this bickering over...well, whatever this bickering is over. I just want to be there to buy and enjoy the second round. Republicans don't know beer, but that's no reason to dislike them...There's tons of other reasons. But we should be able to hoist one or two or three in the spirit of spirits.
You want a bland watery semi beer? No problem! Just don't look through your mug at me whilst I enjoy something dark, ominous, and chewy, with twice the kick.
Submitted by Andy Axel on Wed, 2006/11/08 - 8:42am.
Via Billmon:
According to CNN, two redneck Democrats down in Georgia are clinging to razor-thin leads in races the reptiles had made their primary targets.
Maybe I'm missing something, but it appears that if those two survive, the Republicans will have failed to capture a single Democratic seat in either the Senate or the House. A complete shut out, in other words.
I'm told this has never happened before in the modern history of American politics.
Spin that, President Shrub.
Update 2:08 AM ET: Jim Carville points out that the Dems didn't give up a single gubernatorial seat, either. So, three for three.
Ford may have lost, but the GOP hardly won. MO & TN were both "holds." They didn't pick up a single seat from the D's.
Firewall, indeed.
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You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
And a sore winner to boot.
Class act, Uncle.
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You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
And a sore winner to boot.
Class act, Uncle.
Uncle if I understand your wager with Andy you get to pick the beer. I suggest Samuel Adams Utopias. Pay up Andy.
... of a good Belgian ale like Delirium Tremens (something that comes in a 22 oz bottle), but whatever.
And stay the hell out of this, Nine. How we settle this wager is hardly up to you.
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You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
I would like to admit to spiking this post earlier as I thought it was a comment that somehow got posted as a regular article. Sorry, Uncle, it had nothing to do with our recent dustup. Anyhow, demand Chimay, at the least.
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Delirium is a step up from Chimay, if you ask me. They make a damned good ale, even if it's not an abbey label. Of course, not everyone likes a Belgian golden. I do, though. Duvel is good as well.
Anyhow, I insist on something with a high gravity. It hardly seems sporting to fulfill a wager with a six of PBR or some such nonsense.
I give better than I get when it comes to the hooch.
____________________________
You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
Beats the shit out of Leffe, though. Our old grocer in Brooklyn had an astonishing array of Belgian ales. If you are ever in Park Slope, Brooklyn (not my old nabe but close), check out the several craft beer sellers on 5th Ave (BKLYN).
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Andy, do you really think DT is better than Chimay? Are you serious? No way it beats the Trappist masterpiece that is Chimay. Nuh uh. Nope. Ain't happenin'.
Leffe and Duvel are also good IMO, but my favorite is Hoegaarden, which I totally cannot pronounce, even though I've heard a bunch of Dutch and Flemish people pronounce it for me. The lambics are also among my faves, and there's nothing on Earth like a good framboise, but my Lord, saying that DT beats Chimay is akin to saying the Anheuser-Busch beer called "Budweiser" is better than the original.
Boy, you can't be serious. ;-)
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
The last Chimay I had was a Cinq Cents. I didn't care for it. Might have been the time of year, but I found the DT to be more drinkable and to pack a heavier punch.
(Maredsous 10 is pretty good as well.)
____________________________
You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
The Cinq Cents is very hoppy, and like all three of the Chimay beers, it's unpasteurized. This has a definite impact when it's shipped trans-Atlantic, since the shelf life is so short. By the time Chimay gets to the US, it can often be already stale. The time of year certainly affects the end product, but the red and blue are much more consistent than the Cinq Cents. The blue is a stout-like concoction, and the red is ... well ... red. All three are glorious.
All three should be enjoyed in a Chimay-approved glass, somewhere in southern Belgium, with steamed mussels in season and homemade bread. It's bliss, I'm tellin' ya.
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
Lordy, lordy, all these fancy brews. You all probably drink $4 a cup coffee too. I can't help by think that ordering a "Chimay" must require the accent and attitude of Thurston Howell, III. What's that new country song...'domestic, light and cold'. I'm for that.
My father was a executive with a domestic beer company. American beer is wimpy because of WWII. See, women, who were at home doing all kinds of things that women can do during the war, didn't like the traditional ales that real American beer was. Anyhoo, the big pre-war American beers didn't understand this but Budweiser did. So they started brewing a shitty, thin, tasteless lager meant to be served ice cold. Then, Budweiser (in a Halliburtonesque scenario) cornered the military contract market. So a midwest beer with limited scale, scope and market started foisting 'domestic, wimpy, and cold' upon the Greatest Generation. It has taken over 50 years to turn American tastes back to traditional beers that are strong and tasty.
True happiness is knowing you are a hypocrite. -- Ivor Cutler
Chad, it's worse than you think. In Belgium and the Netherlands, each locality has its own specialized brew. They're as proud of their local beers as we are of football teams. The Belgians are obsessive about it.
Each beer is served in a special glass made specifically for that particular beer. Drinking a beer from the wrong glass is a faux pas equivalent to farting at the dinner table.
I was in a bar in the southern Netherlands and asked for a Chimay (they had it on draft! Lordy me!). This was no snooty upscale place; it was just an ordinary corner pub in which Mr. Howell would not have been caught dead. The bartender said, "I'm sorry, I can't serve you the Chimay. I'm out of glasses." She was serious. She refused to serve me that beer because she didn't have the proper glass for it. I had to drink something else.
--Socialist With A Gold Card
"I'm a socialist with a gold card. I firmly believe we need a revolution; I'm just concerned that I won't be able to get good moisturizer afterwards." --Brett Butler
Stop me if you've heard about the Eastern European village that submitted a sample of their brew for a competition only to receive the reply, "Your horse is pregnant."
That's an old joke that really should be, and probably is, told in most of Europe about American beers.
"Only the pure in heart can make a good soup." - Ludwig van Beethoven
You know what, Chad?
I'm trying to be nice here, and you (and Number 9, for that matter) can't help but get a dig in.
I'm trying to settle a wager with a person with whom I don't much agree, and I'm talking about an exotic brew because sending a can of pasteurized, preserved American pisswater is hardly worth the price of the postage. It literally would cost me more to send it than it would to buy it.
Besides that? It's called "losing gracefully," in case you've never heard the term. I have yet to be afforded that opportunity.
____________________________
You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
'Sorry, Uncle,'
No problem.
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SayUncle
Can't we all just get a long gun?
All this bickering over...well, whatever this bickering is over. I just want to be there to buy and enjoy the second round. Republicans don't know beer, but that's no reason to dislike them...There's tons of other reasons. But we should be able to hoist one or two or three in the spirit of spirits.
You want a bland watery semi beer? No problem! Just don't look through your mug at me whilst I enjoy something dark, ominous, and chewy, with twice the kick.
Peace
!
Via Billmon:
Ford may have lost, but the GOP hardly won. MO & TN were both "holds." They didn't pick up a single seat from the D's.
Firewall, indeed.
____________________________
You can live a batter life, or a butter life. Or both, if you choose.
The republicans needed to go and anyone but the most truly partisan saw that coming. Unfortunately, the only replacement was democrats.
And I didn't vote for or support corker, btw.
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SayUncle
Can't we all just get a long gun?
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