I was in the Paris train station with my brother. We were at one of the restaurants inside and I had my first taste of this beer. Sweet creamy bliss glided down my throat. My nose pulled in the pleasant aroma of hops. An experience of such alcoholic ambrosia is as much a product of place as it is one of fine brewing. I have revisited the beer many times and it has yet to hold a candle to that first time.
We were waiting for a train to Amsterdam after spending two days in the city. The bittersweet moment resonated in the cloudy golden depths of the weiss beer. From the pinnacle of culinary delights we headed toward the land of notoriously bad food and loose vice laws. I grabbed a coaster on a whim, but it wasn't even for the right beer. The coaster has gotten a lot of use over the years. Someday I will have to try the beer. Here is a stupidly high-res jpeg of the coaster.
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This review was last updated on Friday, 08-Oct-2004 17:57:53 EDT.