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Wavy G
Guest
If you've never been to an Irish "pub" and had the "Stella Artois" on
draught, and then later tried the bottled Stella Artois, I can only warn
you that after tasting the draught first, it's like drinking carbonated
water (with a skunky aftertaste reminiscent of the aroma of an empty
"White Castle" hamburger box with cold onions stuck to the bottom). I
don't know how there could be such a difference in flavour, but this
definitely confirms my theory that draught beer always beats bottled
beer, hands down.
Beer bitches try to argue with me on the subject, stating that "draught
beer is crap beer" (oh, tee hee, how droll), but if you were me
(believe me, it's no easy job, so back the **** off), you would know
where I'm coming from. So go on and drink your bottled "Bud Light" and
titter about the "headache" I'm supposed to have in the morning (draught
beer supposedly causes headaches to inexperienced drinkers). Don't
worry about me; I'll wake up tomorrow, clear-headed and refreshed, and
laughing about the sour, sterilized "beer" you consumed last night at
2.75 a pop, which you could have purchased at any grocery store.
My only hope is that people who haven't tried it yet have the
opportunity to try it the other way around: drink a six-pack of bottled
Stella, and then go out to an Irish pub (I mean a real Irish pub, not
just won of those places that have Guinness and Bass on tap with a spoon
hanging off the spout) and try the Stella draught. I don't know, but
you might just experience a "beergasm" (LOL? that's a term I just
invented which is a "portmanteau" of two unrelated terms "beer" and
"orgasm"). Oh, and try the "boxty" or the "bangers and champ" while
you're there.
This is Wavy G, your food and drink consultant, signing off.
--
"Wavy G, you are a crappy person."
--My friend "Bobo Bonobo" sums up my
personality in won (1) concise sentence.
draught, and then later tried the bottled Stella Artois, I can only warn
you that after tasting the draught first, it's like drinking carbonated
water (with a skunky aftertaste reminiscent of the aroma of an empty
"White Castle" hamburger box with cold onions stuck to the bottom). I
don't know how there could be such a difference in flavour, but this
definitely confirms my theory that draught beer always beats bottled
beer, hands down.
Beer bitches try to argue with me on the subject, stating that "draught
beer is crap beer" (oh, tee hee, how droll), but if you were me
(believe me, it's no easy job, so back the **** off), you would know
where I'm coming from. So go on and drink your bottled "Bud Light" and
titter about the "headache" I'm supposed to have in the morning (draught
beer supposedly causes headaches to inexperienced drinkers). Don't
worry about me; I'll wake up tomorrow, clear-headed and refreshed, and
laughing about the sour, sterilized "beer" you consumed last night at
2.75 a pop, which you could have purchased at any grocery store.
My only hope is that people who haven't tried it yet have the
opportunity to try it the other way around: drink a six-pack of bottled
Stella, and then go out to an Irish pub (I mean a real Irish pub, not
just won of those places that have Guinness and Bass on tap with a spoon
hanging off the spout) and try the Stella draught. I don't know, but
you might just experience a "beergasm" (LOL? that's a term I just
invented which is a "portmanteau" of two unrelated terms "beer" and
"orgasm"). Oh, and try the "boxty" or the "bangers and champ" while
you're there.
This is Wavy G, your food and drink consultant, signing off.
--
"Wavy G, you are a crappy person."
--My friend "Bobo Bonobo" sums up my
personality in won (1) concise sentence.