Father's Day, 10th August, Sunday. Here's a glass of Bavaria Premium, same batch as yesterday. Barbie on the terrace with my son (it being Dad's day an that). That's a slab of dead pig's ribs on the cutting board.
THIS blog will NOT go into technical details about the deep rich golden hue, the thick creamy texture and whiteness of the foam, the lingering toasted barley aftertaste, the heady hoppy, hoppy heady happy aroma when you stick yer nose into the head. None of that, this is just beer I drink. If I drink it, it's good, if it's not good for me, no photo here. Take it or leave it, like it or lump it, give it or take it, drink it or uhm... well, don't drink it.
2 comentários:
go on with the "dead animal" thing... if i ever become a vegetarian, you'll have your name on my "thanks to" list!
We just have to know what we're eating, and we're eating - dead animals !
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