Having all the albums isn't enough for the true groupie -- you also need loads of paraphernalia (posters, shirts) and OCD-ish rituals to ensure the band doesn't break up (because how great were the Spice Girls before James Blunt left?). Bringing that crazy to beer: The Trappist
Housed in an 1870s Oakland Victorian, TT's a cozy shrine to the Belgian pub, with tin ceilings, barrel tables, and innumerable European beer signs, none of which exhort you to "Go for the gusto".
Their unimpeachable collection of Belgian, Dutch, French, and American Microbrews (120 bottles/15 taps/weekly cask ale) are presented with helpful descriptions in a leatherbound book, and're served at the correct temperature in the proper stemware -- much like Fridays insists on frosted glass goblets for their Frozen Monkey-ritas.
Because appreciation sometimes means orgiastic consumption, they organize frequent "Kill the Keg" nights: $2 for 16oz-ers, until the keg runs dry, or your withering aspersions about its girth rob it of its will to live
Outside of beer, TT doesn't have much love left to give: 2 cheeseboards, 6 wines, and a tawny port. Taken with the beer, it's like the guy who owns all 23 Rush albums, and one CD single of Englebert Humperdinck.