Sunday, April 6, 2008
Famous Last Words
You can't ridea scooter in snow and sleet. I look forward to riding in when I do my sunday shifts, but today I was thwarted. For the first time ever the weather was just too bad for my eponymous wheels. When the alarm buzzed at 6.30, I got up and looked out of the window - I was hoping the forecast would be wrong, but I could barely see to the other side of the street for diagonally-falling snow. The streets were muffled silent as I walked to the tube, every car covered by a couple of inches. After work I stopped off at the John Lewis food hall and picked up a couple of bottles of Orval. Many Belgian beers claim to be brewed by Trappist monks - or look as if they are (yes, Leffe, I'm talking to you)) - but Orval is the real thing. I first came across it at the Bar Garré in Bruges, a serious contender fot the world's best pub. It's an easily missed little boozer down an alley off the main square. A waiter recommended this brew as his personal favourite. Can't say I can argue much. Mrs Teninchwheels bought me the special glass above, a beautiful thing that rings like a bell when empty. Orval just bursts with character, a fragrant sweet toffee flavour - a beer that makes even the bleakest day a lot more cheerful. Hard to believe Stella comes from the same continent, let alone the same country.