Note to self: when a French bartender tells you that a beer is strong, he does indeed mean that said beer is strong. While I do favor Belgian Abbey Ales at home, whatever it was that I was served this evening after work packed one hell of an alcoholic punch.
On the other hand, ignoring warnings leads to interesting situations; there is something distinctly surreal about watching Hercules (yes, the Kevin Sorbo series from some 20 years back (holy shit does that make me feel old)) in French.
Fezzik In Paris 