Sarah Larson: Belgian Beer at Burp Castle, in the East Village: The New Yorker Like the Sistine Chapel, this East Village bar is decorated with murals with Christian themes (here, it's monks getting into trouble) and is quieted, at intervals, by definitive shushing that seems to float down from On High. Unlike the Sistine Chapel, it serves beer, of a Belgian, Trappist focus, with a selection and quality that have earned faithful devotees. In the nineties, the bartenders wore monks" robes and played a soundtrack of Gregorian chants; now it's more of a reform situation, allowing for jazz and civvies. On a recent evening, Christian, a young bartender in a wool vest, served beers with a holiday flavor: Dupont Avec les Bons Voeux (tart, complex, originally the Christmas gift of the Dupont Brewery), Delirium Noël (Delirium Tremens's seasonal cousin), Wells Banana Bread (banana nose, banana taste, bread finish). When a conversation at the bar about "The Princess Bride" got boisterous - "The Dread Pirate Roberts!" "The six-fingered man!" - down came a "Sh-h-h," and tranquillity returned. At peak times, when the room fills with college students and the unobservant, the atmosphere can be less than monastic. "We don't let people shush other people," Christian said. "I've had to ask, "Who wants to go to jail for a shush fight?" " ♦