JeffPorter wrote:For me it was a bottle of Cantillon about five years ago at Beer Bistro. I can’t even remember which one. No, not because it’s Cantillon, but because I was on one of my first dates with my wife. I was still pretty newbish, and was trying to impress my then date. We split one at the bar after eating our meal. It was the first Lambic, and even the first sour I had ever had! I was finding it really difficult to drink, but wanted to keep up the illusion that I knew my stuff. She started laughing that it smelled like a horse, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
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