There was not a single thing "Grim" about a place of Providence?

This Sunday I went to visit a quite good friend in the place of my birth, fittingly named Providence because any place I entered the world would be just such. Er, strike that, reverse?Anyways, I went to visit my good mate MacKenzie and while we gorged on brunch at a little nook, never ending mugs of coffee, and of course braced snowy conditions (our tradition, apparently?), we also got a chance to nod into the famed Brown University Graduate School Pub, where her boyfriend (currently getting his phd in cog science) hangs his hat many a day. The place was dark and quiet (save for some excellent tunes on the juke and of course a brilliantly dreaded up kid at the bar clearly on items besides the pints in front of him) and the beer selections just excellent, which is where MacKenzie's lovely Jon introduced me to Grimbergen, a malty, adventure in your mouth bitter which I'd never tried before and quickly scribbled on the beer list always housed in my wallet.Delish.And for some reason, this blurred photo of my stately glass of Grimbergen does the entire day beauty and justice, methinks.If you ever get down to Providence and you have a friend who attends graduate school at Brown, might I suggest a Grimbergen? I'll be sure to be back. I can envision it being a perfect place to rest my own hat, grab a pint, and pick up my knitting needles.File Under: Next time, Ms. Dunn?