Newcastle Brown Ale
was little more than just cheap lager with brown food colouring in it, the last time I tasted any; and more suitable as a sewage pipe testing fluid than an actual beverage.
On the other hand, living where I do (many of the local publicans have installed oversized chemistry sets in outbuildings and brew their own offerings, and it's considered newsworthy when there *isn't* a beer festival going on), I could drink a different real ale every night, from somewhere within walking distance, for long enough to forget when I started this bizarre pub crawl. So this inability to comprehend having access to beers that taste of something might just have accidentally turned me into something of a beer snob.
(Hoping the icon represents a light, pleasantly-hopped 3.2% Summer quaffing ale from one of the local microbreweries, and not some overpriced, pressure-dispensed product that probably will taste better on the way out than it did on the way in.)
Biting the hand that feeds IT
