I had an embarrassing brain lapse the other night. I was at a business dinner at Stone World Bistro and Gardens in Liberty Station and was talking big trying to impress the dinner party with my beer knowledge. I opened the bottled beer list with authority, spouting that I was looking for beers from an exclusive Belgian brewery. But I couldn't think of the brewery's name. I became more frantic as I thumbed through the booklet, repeating - with less and less assurance - that the brewery was famous and that its beers were highly sought after. I knew the brewery's name would come to me if I just saw it in print as I scanned the list from A to Z, Z to A, A to Z, and then just helter-skelter across the list. I drew a complete blank on the name, and quietly put the beer list down in embarrassment.
After dinner, I rushed to my car and typed "Rose De Gambrinus" in to my iPhone's search engine, and up popped "Cantillon". Cantillon. Cantillon. Cantillon. For an hour and a half I couldn't under any circumstances remember Cantillon. It's like forgetting Joe Montana quarterbacked the Forty-Niners or that Al Pacino starred in the Godfathers. I knew the one Cantillon beer I'd tried, but not the brewer's name. What a black mark on my beer credibility.