I Like Beer, It Makes Me a Jolly Good Fellow

I sit here, drinking Captain Bastard's oatmeal stout, imported to me from the far off land of Utah by my friend Garlic Butter, when I read about yet another beer. (sidenote: Captain Bastards is some yummy shit. A strong, yet creamy stout with a hint of chocolate.)

This beer was voted best in the world. Its brewed by monks in Belgium. They only brew enough to pay for the costs of being monks. They live in typical monk fashion, silent, avoid creepy outsiders... but they have now sold out. No, not selling out in a music way like "dude, that band sold out on their second album." They sold all their beer. No more. Not amping up production either. Fortune? Fame? A monk seeks not these things. So, no more best beer in the world for a while.

(Mental note: do not go to Belgium until they are re-stocked.)