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Guinness Ireland
The nectar of the Gods is not ambrosia. The chosen beverage of the divine is Guinness, the pride of Celtic stout. As dark and thick as an Irish peat bog, this beverage is the measuring stick by which the amateur beer drinker is separated from the professional. When properly poured from the tap, the pint glass should be filled 3/4 full and then left to settle for several minutes before being topped off. Although it is served at room-temperature in its native Emerald Isle, there is no shame in consuming Guinness in its refrigerated state. Popular with soccer hooligans and yardies alike, this is a beer that harbors a pungency unrivaled by almost anything you can purchase at your local bodega. If you aren't fortunate enough to have Guinness readily available on tap, the canned version contains a little plastic ball that apparently keeps the contents in an agitated state which insures a tap-like consistency. The bottled version is inferior -- but still better than the typical swill available in your corner-store freezer. Read more articles in Beer Garden » |
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