I have no idea why, but I am very keen on drinking from the right glasses. Please don't get me wrong: I don't want to try to persuade anybody else to drink from certain types of glasses.
When we went to Belgium a good few years ago now, I remember how glad I was to see that each beer had its own individual and usually very distinctive glass. No bar would ever have dreamed serving a Kwak - for example - from a Westmalle glass. It would have been heresy. Also, all the Belgian bar people - good professionals all - knew that it was an absolutely integral part of the pleasure to pour your own beer into your glass. Not once did they commit the cardinal sin of pouring your beer for you, and hence robbing you of a moment's pleasure. My little mania for this ritual looks strange in bars and restaurants in the UK and I usually have to make a little (and usually dismally unfunny) joke about my foibles.
Whilst living in Spain I spent a long time looking for Sherry glasses with what I regarded as the perfect proportions. I never found them, but ironically was given a set as a present by somebody who knew nothing of my little mania: this just a few days before we left for the UK.
Of course, I would never drink beer from a pint glass in Spain. Partly because it would rob me of the pleasure of asking for a canya (I can't do the tilde on the blog!). Some of this is probably petty snobbery, but as a good friend of mine was said "Snobs is the term people use to describe the discerning."
If I had the money, I would open a Belgian beer bar in Poulton. I know I should not have said that. It will be my punishment to watch somebody else do it and become a gazillionaire overnight.
Coffee too, at home, has to be served in my double-espresso sized cups that have pictures of all the Roman monuments of Merida. See where I have ended up once again. If you can't fight it, you may as well go with the flow.Toy Story 3
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