2008/07/18. Visit with LAN-Brew at our first study tour. First i did not fell wery much at home, and did not know what to think of this place...... but as the first beer, the second and the third went down the drain, one hour took the next, the next thing i noticed was the fact that we were all 4 guys a little drunk and had spend like 5 hours, with all the most exclusive vintage bees. We had a fantastic evening and there was only 10 - 15 people in the bar, so there was plenty of space and a nice quiet atmmosphere. This place is, in more than one way very special :-)
The selection is really unbelivable, there is no place with a selection like this in all of belgium and probably in all of the world. The owmers r elderly people and the ambiance is something far away from hipster but that does make the experience even more unforgettable. Check the openinghours well and bring cash, no cards accepted.
Closed the first time. Big disappointment then. Open the second time. What a relief.
The place is like a "Harry Potter Place" for true beerlovers.
I really love this place. Me and my wife had a wonderful time together with some people from Netherlands and Belgium. Of course we drank Westvleteren 12 which is the best beer in the World. I also drank Bush de No?l which also is a very good beer.
Usually closed. Quintessentially Belgian, impenetrable, fuck-the-customer opening hours. HUGE BONUS POINT. With a cellar as studded with dust-encrusted jewels as this you are entitled to open once each leap year on Candlemas Eve if you can be so bothered to give a fuck. Virtually empty on my visit. Have not managed to gain entry since. Ambience diminished only by the other paying customers, a lobotomised clutch drooling over their first Westvleteren 3. Magnificently grumbling, lugubrious owner (?) who reluctantly excavated a 1978 Flemish brown from some long forgotten brewery for me before falling asleep behind the bar leaving the cat in charge. It tasted like cave-aged carp marinaded in canal water. The beer, not the cat. On awaking the owner furnished us with some cubes of cheese. At the time me and my now-Wife believed Chouffe and Karmeliet to be the best beers on Planet Earth so we had no right to expect our conversation to keep the owner awake. Would love to go back more than anywhere but having disgraced myself in Antwerp since (Karmeliet again) fear the locals would have me kneecapped and thrown into the Scheldt. Maybe next decade..