You know you're in Belgium when...

This morning I went to the Cora--like a Walmart only without the greeters. It's attached to a slightly seedy mall in which are three or four pretty nice, unseedy cafés. In one of them sat a little old lady drinking a Stella (probably the best of the standard pilsners brewed here in Belgium), and at another table sat a little old man drinking a Westmalle double, which is an excellent dark beer brewed by Trappist monks. The time was 0845. That's a record early beer sighting. This is such a beer country.