Guinness
I love Guinness ever since my first sip from a plastic cup at a reinissance fair. The thick head and deep black color just...the hearty taste and the unique feeling that it gives you after your first pint.
And I understand that everyone has a right to enjoy Guinness, but I can't help buy cry a little now that it seems Guinness is getting so well known...dare I say trendy. There's a Guinness truck (like the common Bud truck...sad), I see t-shirts all the time, almost every bar serves it...but doesn't pour it correctly. And the whole 6 pack now...it was so much cooler to buy it in those nifty 4 pack pint cans. Not that I don't like the bottles...their nice and I buy them...but I miss those days where I felt like a rebel drinking a quirky beer...ah well...I still get the pleasure of my wife and friends always saying they don't see how I can drink that stuff.
I remember one time I complained at a bar for not pouring my pint right...the dude got offended, but sadly when I took him up on his offer to let me come around the bar and do it myself he wouldn't let me....loser. So I had to suffer with his crappy pour.
And you know...its not that a pour has to be perfect...but damnit part of the fun of ordering a Guinness is getting a special pour...I'm not sure if it acutally does anything...I just appreciate the effort...the showmanship so to speak.
My favorite pub...the Emerald Mist...God rest her soul...had the best bartender...Jet always went through the proper procedure, he even claimed to have been trained by the Guinness man himself...but he could never ever do it without leaving a bubble in the head...but I loved it all the same....those were the days....8 pints and Irish music, familiar faces and damn good shepards pie with all the soda bread i could eat.