It exists! The beer is real, and so are the quotas, but I did leave with 12 bottles: four each of the blonde, 8 and 12, which I will attempt to bring back to PDX. I tried all three, and actually preferred the 8 to the 12, which has the bigger reputation (something about world’s best beer…). More later.

You know you’re on the way to Belgium when your onboard beer choices are Leffe or Duvel. Taking the crazy-smooth TGV to Bruges by way of Brussels. After taking this photo, I poured a full glass of foam. Perhaps the ride wasn’t as smooth as I thought!

Enjoying the rich buttery goodness of a Leffe Blonde with a buttery crepe and my blonde companion, wife Sarah, on L’Ile de la Cite.

Who says there’s no such thing as free beer? Not the good people of Lufthansa, apparently. Enjoying a Warsteiner somewhere over the Midwest.