some days are diamonds, some days are rocks
This is a non-shitty gueze. Family run in Lembeek. Word
I have the day off and the only item on my agenda was to procure a) Gueze and b) cheese. Why? What's gueze? Gee, so many questions my captive readers.
Why? Cause it's a yummy pairing. What's gueze? It's a style of beer made from a varying ratio of young lambics to aged lambics. Because so many factors affect the final outcome (ie. the strains of naturally occurring yeasts in the air, the length of aging, the residual sugars that the yeast doesn't have time to gobble up, etc) it's actually a very difficult beer to maintain consistency, or 'quality control' with. But hey, that's the beauty of it. A surprise in every bottle!
Anyway, in my quest for this gem of a beverage I suited up with a jacket, fingerless mitts, a toque and a scarf -- ready to brave the harsh easterly winds and nagging rainshowers. I biked all the way to the Queen's Quay LCBO only to find that (yes, this is like an easily predictable sitcom) they had none. There were plenty of shitty Ontario dark ales that lack creativity and depth of flavour. There were a billion shitty lagers, and some Hoptical Illusions (not shitty) I briefly contemplated buying. But in the end I was difficult and choosy, deciding that if they didn't have gueze then they didn't have me. Boo hoo.
You know what I did get today though? An abstract splattering of innercity muck water sprayed casually up my back. No big deal though, really, my ass looks like a Jackson Pollock.