Brouwerij De Koninck
When Dogdad and I are on a trip without Dogmom, we often end up here, for a beer on the terrace. Or two, or maybe more.
A beer here, isn’t just a beer. It’s a “Bolleke”. Honestly, You can not visit Antwerp without a “Bolleke”.
To honour a ‘Bolleke’, I wrote a poem:
“Bolleke, bolleke, bolleke so round,
Hear this tribute by an Antwerp hound.
Round and intense, softness and strength,
A velvety shine, like that coat of mine.
Sadly I’m not allowed to drink any beer, but just pour another one for my Dogdad here.”
Cheers!
