b-boys in old oakland

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have a backlog of posts that I’m trying to get through but while on vacation it was very hard to motivate to do anything.

I’m back from my vacation (posts to come soon), so here goes.

Old Oakland is buzzing. It’s slowly coming together and there is just something about it that I love. I love the atmosphere, the people, the fact that everyone I know that lives in Oakland is proud of it. It’s always hard to live in the shadow of the more well known city (like Baltimore and D.C.), but it’s that underdog attitude that attracts and binds. It is seldom you will hear any San Franciscan say that they are proud of The Mission, or The Haight, both similar neighborhoods to Old Oakland. It used to be that to have a cosmopolitan night out you had to venture across the Bay Bridge, but with great restaurants like Tamarindo, B, and Levende East, and great bars like The Trappist, you don’t have to venture far.

Just the other day there was an art opening for a show at FiveTen Gallery. They had blocked at street to celebrate with b-boys strutting their stuff on the side walk. With all the hype about the crime in Oakland, it’s great to see just people enjoying themselves out at night.


corned beef

Another St. Patrick’s day comes around and another time to taste the delicious corned beef made by my wife. Courtney does cook much but the few times she does it is worth the wait. The corned beef is glazed with her special New England recipe. There is just something magical about stewing beef that makes it melt in your mouth tender. The glaze just adds the nice tanginess and sweetness to bring it over the top. It seemed like everyone else enjoyed it as well.

Guiness and Guiness pudding

In addition to the corned beef, our friend Lauren brought over the missing other half, Guinness. However not the regular kind, the kind with Guinness flavored cream with Guinness flavored pudding. Delicious.

I finally had a chance to check out The Trappist in Old Oakland last night. I had been looking forward to this place since they specialize in Belgian Ales, and I usually had to make a trek out to Amnesia in the City for that.

I had previously tried to go on opening night but since the Trappist is a small place there was a line to get in and I decided to go elsewhere.

Opening Night at the Trappist

So the lowdown? The place has a beautiful interior and everything you see you can tell that they had spent a lot of time and effort into the small details. They have an amazing selection of beers that the majority of them are from Belgium. They have over 10 taps and well over a hundred bottles. The most amazing thing about this place is that they meticulously serve each of their many, many selections of beer in their proper glass. Each time you order an Achel, you get it in the Achel glass. They also have installed a nifty glass washing apparatus and make sure that each glass is clean before serving.

Inside The Trappist

Their bar menu is a work of art and quite extensive. I had decided that night that I will “attempt” to go through the entire menu from beginning to end. I was told that it would be extremely hard to do since they plan on adding more beer and changing out some things as they become available. Best thing would be to have a copy and a checklist of some sort. Luckily their website has it available to print out.

First one on the list

We started with the Achel, which happened to be one of the bartenders/owners favorite. Small and unassuming from the bottle, it was very bubbly with a very smooth and subtle texture and flavor. I was indeed the highlight of the night. We then encountered a major dilemma. The next items on the list was Chimay Red and Chimay Blue, which me and my friend, Thomas, have already had. We left it up to the bartender to decide whether or not we should skip it and move on to the next one or stay true to the list in order. He said that since we had both had it before to move on to the Koninghoeven. We ended the night with the Koningshoeven Dubbel. It was slightly sweet but by now it was hard to disseminate between all the different beers (I had had sips from my other friend Peter’s various beers). Next time I will need a designated driver, a credit card, and lots of time. These ales hit you hard. Luckily we had time to sober up at the nearby New Gold Medal Restaurant.

Congratulations to The Trappist by being my new favorite bar. (Be forewarned that it is strictly beer and wine only, and a little cheese).

The Trappist
8th and Broadway in Old Oakland.