So I'm in Amsterdam on business but have a couple days to myself beforehand. Besides the work stuff, my mission here is to enjoy as many good beers (mainly Trappist ones) as possible and make it back to the States with what I can. This morning I picked up 12 bottles, including four Westv 12s and two West 8s. Beaming with pride, I strolled with my loot to a nearby cafe to enjoy an espresso. As I squeezed my way into my seat, I foolishly rested the beers on the table which went crashing down with my prizes. I almost cried and hurried in a mess to pick up and clean up what I could In the process I sliced my finger, splashed beer on my pants and shoes, and disturbed the couple finishing their meal next to me.
I downed my espresso and hurried off in a fluster hoping the plastic bags that were dripping Belgian goodness all over the place didn't burst open with what remained. Smelling like a delicious drunk, I sat on the tram making small pools of beer hoping nobody accosted me.
I made it back to the hotel and assessed the damage. I lost one Westveletern 8, and one Rochefort 10. Horrible yes, but it could have been so much worse. The remaining bottles are cleaned up and displaying nicely next to the extra suitcase I brought for them. What a rollercoaster morning -- I think I need head back out and do some actually drinking now!
I downed my espresso and hurried off in a fluster hoping the plastic bags that were dripping Belgian goodness all over the place didn't burst open with what remained. Smelling like a delicious drunk, I sat on the tram making small pools of beer hoping nobody accosted me.
I made it back to the hotel and assessed the damage. I lost one Westveletern 8, and one Rochefort 10. Horrible yes, but it could have been so much worse. The remaining bottles are cleaned up and displaying nicely next to the extra suitcase I brought for them. What a rollercoaster morning -- I think I need head back out and do some actually drinking now!