Liefmans Kriekbier – “OUDENAARDE – Belgium”
I am surprised at the powerful nostalgia I attach to drinking this stuff.
It’s a distinct flavour, I guess – and not a common find.
I’m completely overwhelmed by the stupefying memory of marching to “Le Paradis de la Bière” in -30˚ nights.
I was reading a (pathetic, but somehow highly-recommended) novel recently. The protagonist, a former expat returned to America, describes a situation that seems familiar to me:
“In the Low Countries, I’d developed a taste for refermented fruit beers. These were as expensive here as they were ridiculous, in the land of the thin, frozen pilsner. But a kriek was a lot cheaper than a round-trip ticket. I ordered a bottle, which the bartender had to dust off.”
And, from the same book, but on cognitive science:
“A brain tangled enough to tackle itself must be too tangled to tackle.”
Agreed.
{Confidential: ευχαριστώ πολύ ! to ξ who hooked me up with a super-rare LP I’ve been searching out for about a decade.
Not just a song, but a landmark piece of COWPUNK HISTORY. Odd accompaniment for kriek beer.}
mmmyarm myarm myarm… I LOVE that stuff.
I once made an incredibly delicious cherry beer cake using it. It was the stuff of dreams.
That beer is bready enough, it’s practically already cake in the bottle!