big mervyn wrote:mid ulster maestro wrote:Spare a thought. My guide on my first visit to the big apple in 79 dragged me into an Orish Bar on Broadway. "Sell Guinness?" says I. "Only bottles" says he. "Bottles it is then" says I. At that point he produced two bottles of green labelled Guinness about the size of Babycham bottles, clipped them into a shaker and set them to rattle and hum for about a minute. He then poured them into glasses from arms length resulting in 90% of the brew being head and 10% being the black stuff. It was like looking at a negative of a Guinness. Totally undrinkable. I doubt that Mount Charles (name or instruction?) would make a disaster like that.
Anybody remember the original "draft" in a bottle, briefly available in the 80s, before they invented the awful widget draft in can? You poured the stuff flat then withdrew some using a wee plastic syringe and expelled it to produce a head.
Was looking at a list of the world's greatest stouts. Guinness came in joint 43rd.
Any link to the rankings Merv? I'd bet it's written by a half-wit and contains great stouts such as "Matron's Dark Arsejuice" or "Madge's Black & Hairy Growler", perhaps even "Uncle Ben's Rasta-Beer". Maybe some great English Stouts, "John Bull's Rancid Monthly Pish" and similar.
Genius Rules.
Oh yeah, anybody been in Scotland recently and been offered "A Plunge"? I was at a wedding a few months back & the function room had no draught Genius. This did not stop me insisting they sent a runner to the main bar for stout, doubtless with a few added gobs, but I'm sure I've tasted worse. Anyhoo, this increasingly jaded Jockess eventually said to me, "would ye no tak a plunge? " I initially thought she was propositioning me & was about to tell her that Mrs Trousers wouldn't take kindly to the idea when she tried to describe some nonsense that is apparently Guinness but with some odd mechanism acting as a catalyst to the muck turning into an acceptable pint.
Dear reader I am not a man to settle for shyte when perfectly acceptable stout is a few paces away so advised her, "No, I will not take a plunge", luckily the Diskothekyou was starting to slip into loud technoballix & that just grates, so I made my way to the bar and settled down with a few lads to lay siege to the Guinness tap.
Now has anyone ever had "A Plunge" & how ghastly is it?