Thurdsday
Fourthsday,
February 28, 2008
Burp Castle
We were first here a year ago. I have to say this little joint is growing on me. There's a small, but good selection of draft brews on tap, which tend to lean toward Belgian ales.
Our barkeep, Rachel, was knowledgable and personable. Her frequent "shush"-ing (admittedly directed at us) kept the place quiet and conversation-friendly. I remember trying something light and a Java Imperial Stout, which was roasty good. I think there were two of these. As I recall, we were here for a good while. I had to visit the loo twice if that's any indication.
This was, for me, a very Zen-like event: I was very much in the moment, so I apologize, dear reader, if the account is lacking in details...
The place is quite dark. There's a dark wood paneling on the walls. Above the wainscotting are murals of Belgian monks being abused in various ways. We sat under one in which drunk monks were being floating on a raft in the ocean as their ship went down. Killer sharks were nipping at the monks—very surreal... [next]
