OK, prepare to woosh me.
What, if anything aside from the literal meaning of the names, is the connection between UncleBeer and OncleBiere?
I remember the first time I saw a posting by the individual OncleBiere…seems like years ago…anyway, I figured that for reasons unknown UncleBeer had changed his screen name. Subsequent postings by UncleBeer disabused me of this notion and I forgot to wonder about it further except now and then.
OncleBiere, he’s just zis guy, you know?
From what I understand, there’s no relation.
Oncle Bière is not me and never has been me. I’ve never posted to this board, even before the sockpuppet injunction, under any other name. There’s no connection.
I have always assumed that Oncle Bière would prefer beers and ales of the Belgian persuasion, perhaps even going in for stuff from Mort Subite, Triple Grimbergen, Lambics and the Gueuze beers.
On the other hand I picture UncleBeer as having more traditional yet varied taste in his brewed selections, embracing the pilsners, lagers, ales, bitters, porters and stouts of the world with equal enthusiasm.
Oh, and IIRC, UncleBeer has a motorcycle.
D*mn Right! I still remember the day I went to the S.A.Q. (Liquor stores in Québec) to buy my daily Grimbergen and I was told :
: that they didn’t carry it anymore… :: 
That’s exactly correct, ShibbOleth. Lambics are a dastardly perversion committed upon a most noble and rightly exalted beverage fit for the gods themselves foisted upon us by the French. But they eat garden pests, too and call it haute cuisine so you can see what they really know about food.
And it’s my father, not I, with the Harley. I’m scared to death of riding motorcycles in traffic.
I suppose then that the Gueuze were an abomination so vile as to perish all commentary. At least that was my opinion.
Duvel is pretty nice stuff, though.
Heck, I don’t even drink, and even I know that French beers and German wines are an abomination upon all that is holy.
One is a sex-crazed sociopath who accesses the Board from his prison library. He has converted to Rastafarianism while in prison, and likes listening to dub samples on his tape recorder.
The other played “Rum Tum Tugger” for 8 seasons in Cats, and carries Atlas Shrugged with him. Everywhere. Always. With every single word highlighted in yellow magic marker.
And no, I don’t know know which is which.
Oh, I’ve had MANY nice French beers and German wines.
What you’re thinking of is French private-eye fiction and German jazz.