I am concerned for the Belgians. They appear to have an unhealthy self-image. Take this pretentious Trappist Ale for instance. If it could talk I can imagine hearing it speaking with an outrageous French accent, something like this: "Oh! I hate my life. I wish I were Champaign!"
On this lovely day, I think I'll have time later for a nice healthy German lager. If German beers could talk, I can imagine them confidently, happily and loudly saying something like: "Ein Prosit! Ein Prosit! Gemichlikeit!"
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