I’m very particular about anything I consume. I try to shy away from processed foods, will spend the extra couple of bucks on a better cigar, and like what I like when it comes to by alcohol. I love stout beers, and I love Guinness when I drink my stouts. This article by William Bostwick on GQ’s blog is beer blasphemy for stout drinkers. The headline says it all, “My Goodness! The Perfect Irish Beer Isn’t Guinness!”
It gets worse. He goes on to describe Guinness as “a one-note tang, crisp and thin like burnt diner toast.” Look, you may like Old No. 38 stout better than Guinness, but you lose all credibility when you take a steaming dump on the best known, most loved, stout in the world.
He was just trying to get a reaction, which he did. So maybe I am an idiot for even acknowledging this nonsense. My hyper vigilance betrays me from time to time.
