I sat down with a glass of Arend Tripel with the intention of forcing myself to review the beer when it occurred to me that a thousand other people have already reviewed this beer (and every other beer for that matter) with similar thoughts as mine, and I just stopped and decided to give this revelation some serious consideration. At this moment, I don't really care what I have to say about Arend Tripel, I mean, it's a good beer that fits the description of a classic Belgian tripel but saying anything beyond that simple point is, well, pointless. Ratebeer and Beeradvocate have ton's of reviews with details and applied averages and all kinds of ratings to enlighten those interested. The logical step for me would to simply place a link to those sites from here and here leading to a cluster flock of opinions about this beer. Then I could follow up those links by saying something like - "what they said".
As you can tell, I'm feeling pretty uninspired at this moment. Maybe it's the holiday season or because today is the shortest day of the year. It could be the recent rains and continuous overcast skies weighing down on me like an iron lid, but I just don't have much enthusiasm for writing. Even when I speak, the words come out like rusty water from a roof gutter, monosyllables dropping one at a time and forming a large pool of nonsense on the sidewalk that people have to step around. It feels like I've said all there is to say about beer and I hear my inner voice, "it's time to move on for Christ's sake". Still, I'm hoping that this is a temporary phase brought on by the Winter gloom. The interesting thing is, and when I say interesting I mean annoying, is that while I'm at a loss for words I keep getting RSS feeds from bloggers who seem relentless in their task of filling the blogosphere with beer talk. They just keep coming up with more to say about the subject.
You hear how cynical I am. It's got to be the month of x-mas, it's taking me down a very negative path. Thank the baby Jesus that there are beers like Belgian tripels to buoy my sinking heart. Did Arend Tripel buoy my sinking heart? Kind of, but it didn't help me wax poetic about beer. I don't blame the beer for not lifting my spirits, I only had one of them and that was only an 11oz. bottle. Wait a minute, is that the lesson here? I think it is. So, hold on while I refill my glass.