Rejoice, for the weekend is upon us! Kicked off Friday with dinner at Sidebar in West Chester; a great beer destination if you're in the West Chester, PA area. Had a very nice bison burger, and two Baltimore beers - Stillwater and Brewer's Art. It's definitely a bit unusual to find a really good beer bar, with twenty beers on draft and another fifty or so available by bottle.... and we've hit every brewery on the list. As we get closer to 365, it will be interesting to see where the beers come from. Our old regular haunts continue to add in new breweries, but we definitely need to apply a bit more strategy along the way to make sure we keep the pipeline going. Truly, a first world problem we're dealing with here.
The beer du jour is Brouwerij Strubbe's Flemish Red Ale, and it shows off a dark mahogany color, with a wispy white head. The aroma is a blend of cherry and grape, and the taste is tart, with strong notes of grapes, cherry, and raspberry, with some malt and a crisp finish. It reminds me of the most delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever, even if there are no hints of peanut butter anywhere to be found. This one is definitely a little sweeter than I expected, but it's definitely still a good beer and certainly worth your time.
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Another Belgian brewery with a long history, Strubbe was founded in 1830 by Carolous Strubbe, and currently the seventh generation of the family is running the daily operations.
Thing to Think About Today:
We're starting to wind down here in my own little mini-Olympic Village (minus all the crazy sex from the Olympic Village, that is). Might as well give some credit where credit is due in the pool, but I'm going back to the days before NBC decided that they needed to make the Olympics strictly about the stars. Apologies for this brief rant, but I'm fairly certain I've heard more than enough about Phelps, Lochte, the female gymnasts, and Lolo Jones (and others) to last a lifetime. Everyone wearing a USA uniform has dedicated their entire lives to their craft, and yet we predominately only hear about a limited few. Lolo Jones received far, far more air time and Twitter mentions than the people who, you know, ACTUALLY won medals in her races. I like the unique stories from the games, I like hearing about niche sports that may not have the cachet of gymnastics, but require just as much dedication, sweat, and devotion. Not just the stars. End of rant.
So, back to the pool - before there was Phelps, there was Spitz. Mark Spitz, of course, of the seven races and seven gold medals in the 1972 Olympics. And just because seven gold medals in seven races isn't quite exciting enough, Spitz managed to set world records EVERY time he got in the water. Shabby? No, not too shabby. As if that wasn't enough, he had previously earned two golds, a silver, and a bronze in the '68 games, giving him eleven medals in all, and he remains one of only five Olympians from any country to ever win nine or more gold medals. For extra credit, he did it with a mustache and while wearing a Speedo, which is the most 1970's thing ever.
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