Unlike my blog-buddy Smek This, I do like beer.
There is this one little pub somewhere in Gothenburg where I usually hang out with friends. The place is that kind with mellow ambiance frequented by people with calm disposition. A perfect watering hole any day of the week.
But what draws me to this particular pub (aside from their charming lady bartenders) is their selection of beer. Quite international I would say for such a tiny establishment. There is this belgian abbey beer, called Leffe that I got hooked to drinking whenever we are there. Now among the variants of this brand are Blonde and Brune, the latter having three times malt content, and therefore darker than the former. Blonde, as the name implies has that glowing, golden colour typical of pale ales.
The great thing when ordering this beer, if the bartender is sort of familiar with your previous orders, you just say, “En blonde, tack!” or “En brune, tack!” meaning, “A blond please!” or “A brunette please!”.
Now, incidentally or not, there are two lady bartenders at the place, and you guessed right, one is blonde and one is brunette. As I am a man of old-fashioned breeding, taught to please the opposite sex without favouring anyone, or hurting anybody’s feelings, I’m always faced with a dilemma when I order Leffe. So, despite the differences in tastes of these two Leffes, I make sure I order one from each of the lady bartenders. Might sound cheesy but I tremendously enjoy the sweet smiles and winks I get from them. Sure I always spend twice as much and of course it is part of their trick. But who cares! Despite my special powers, I’m still human! LOL!
And I was such a loyal customer that they made a special Leffe glass for me:
As the swedes say, “Skål!!!”
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