Belgian beers are easily the best, I'm not a particular fan of IPAs.
Warm Hoegaarden I also can't get my head wrapped around.
My mother's go to beer was always Hoegaarden, make of that what you will.
Loved the 8-9% Belgian Beers we brounght back 1997.
Drove from UK to Brussels, not me.
Age 17 Proper bonghead. Cleanest OG hash. I smoked pure bongs solidly through...france...belgium...GERMANY!
I was doing A-level art at a private school actually which I was flukey to get a government paid place for including school dinners and buspass lol not a single penny did that school cost me except the amazing original Beano comic style tuckshop which was incredible....
And I was doing this personal study on the artist Franz Marc he's a really incredible guy if you've never seen his paintings they are something else.
So one day from staying with my mum's old hippie friend in near Brussels, we drove to Germany and visited many famous art galleries with his paintings where I stood absolutely wrecked out of my head on a hideous amount of cannabis as a young man with no tolerance to it sketching and painting out quick copies of his work standing there in the hallways of multiple seperate museums, mapreading lost between each lol while the light faded and my mum and I argued and succumbed under fatigue and stress!
That was a hard day of work I tell you but I did it incredibly on reflection I made all of those copies which went into the final project and were of very high standard to give myself credit.
At levels of stonedness where keeping one's red eyes open is a challenge.
We visited Brussels city one day and were totally off our faces on a very large dose of hashish edibles my mum and I we rode the confusing Brussells tram system and had some extremely hilarious encounters and experiences with the locals that day.
Ate some damn tasty Belgian Waffles lol!
And the silly division then. Half Belgium spoke French.
Half Flemish.
They regarded and behaved towards each other virtually as different religions and they would commonly take gripe with anybody speaking the others language to them like foreign tourists such as my mum and I.
To the point where they would deliberately send you in the very long wrong direction on the tram system. As we discovered that eventful, hilarious day in 1998.
So I was so so stoned, hallucinogenically, the whole holiday. Through every mile of each country, square of art gallery.
But the beers! Yes. Forget names, two ones we brought home. The best beers ever.
Makes super skoll, kestrel, special brew, tennants, white lightning etc etc....uggh! Sickens me. In comparison.
You see, I had a kinda normalish life once lol. Some background, like everybody.
