Belgium Brew Reminiscence
Belgian Saison, a lager served at a Suffern bar with an English pub feel and an American look. Brick-walled, with dark-salmon and mustard-yellow facades. Surrounded by poets, all writing.
Do I feel like one of the Dublin drinkers with a writing problem? Absolutely!
darkening night
screeching wheels of a
passing train
My first experience with Belgian beer? Spring, 1992, while on Spring Break overseas. I rode a train down from Amsterdam to Bruges.
“Let’s Go Travel” declared Belgium the true beer capital of Europe, with over three-hundred domestic brews. I literally tasted the first of them at my youth hostel. The first clue that I may have been in over my head? The clock hands in the hostel’s common room, behind the bar, kept spinning.
And spinning. And spinning.
cirrus clouds
the clop-clop of footsteps
on cobblestone
Photo by Amie Johnson
