Guinness
How does one describe perfection? Can it be accuratly quantified? Is it even attainable?
Difficult questions which have plagued mankind for generations... I am here to modestly answer 'yes!' to the ladder, and to add to that perfection can be canned as well! I hold here in my hand a glass of the black velvety paragon of beer; the holy grail of brewing! There really isn't much to say here about it... certainly I cannot critique it. If you've never had a Guinness and you have the means to get one, then shame on you! And shame on your shitty ass friends for never smacking you upside the head and making you try one! I personally owe my thanks to Jay for getting me my first. I mean really, how can you claim to enjoy beer and not know the joy of watching the cascade of bubbles drip down the inside of your glass as your pallet anticipates the first taste of flawless beauty? You hypocrite! So here is your task; go now, to the nearest package store, and buy yourself a 4pack of Guinness Draught in a can, and buy some for the person behind you as your penance! I suggest chilling it a bit if its a hot day (its good warm as well though). But don't you dare put it on the same shelf as your Miller High Life, asshole! This is beer deserving of being put on a pedestal. No other brewer can hope to be worthy to brew anything even remotly close to this kind of quality. I'm sorry, i need a moment... I'm a little vaclempt....
I'm just going to call it here. I need to go stop neglecting my glass of ebony love.
So if I must rate you, my beloved Guinness, then you shall be the Nadia Comaneci of this blog... you get a perfect 10
