Not apparently wise enough to remember that Belgian beer goes at the end of an evening, and not the middle. Still, fish and chips*, English ales** and good company. What else can you ask for? Three points the morning after. It was asking too much, it seems.
* I'm conducting a one-man, long-term experiment to sample them everywhere I've been. The only place to be truly blown away was a pub in Hamilton called The Winking Judge. All else pale in comparison.
** At ferocious prices.
