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Occasionally, there is nothing more relaxing to my pensive mind than a Bukowski's cheeseburger, fries, and a bottle of fine Belgian beer at midnight. Although the wind was frigid and numbing, and the walk was made difficult by the snow that had coated downtown recently, that tavern, my favorite in all of Boston, was exactly what I needed last night.

The evening's beer of choice: Delirium Tremens.