Nay, naves. Guinness (two Ns) is a stout. There are MANY kinds of beer, including but not limited to stout, bitter, lager, and ale. I named my black and tan colored dog Guinness Harp Dailey.
I used to dislike beer. Then I lived as a starving student in England - it was beer or nothing, since I couldn’t afford to drink anything else when I went out (beer was actually cheaper than Coke at the places we went to). Once you get used to it, you begin to positively like it. Drinking the “good” beers to start off with is a bad idea, though - they’re too strong if you’re not used to beer.
I have never been able to stand the taste of beer or ale of any kind. Besides, if I’m going to drink, I’m by the gods gonna drink something worth the effort. Like Alcatraz tequila or Redrum.
You know, when I read the first quote, I thought I was gonna hafta get out the whoopin’ stick, then I read on, and now the world is back on its axis.
Beer,love,beer,love,beer,love,beer,love…decisions, decisions.
I love beer and Spider Woman, but not nessasarily in that order.
Nobody will stone anybody until I blow this whistle! Even if they do say “I don’t like beer.”
BTW, I didn’t like beer, now I do. Must be that chemtrail thing. But then, I’ve only had 1 beer in the past 2 months or so, so it’s not working that well.
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How cute is that little guy!?!
As for the OP, beer makes you feel the way you should feel without beer! And it tastes yummy but I’ll leave now. UncleBeer remove me from the poop list and let’s go get one!
There is absolutely nothing wrong with having selective tastes. While I personally love beer (and am drinking it right now), I appalaud your bravery in coming forth with such a bold admission, Wolverine.
Now excuse me while I grab another Budweiser. And I don’t want to hear a peep from the horse piss peanut gallery.
Well, I like beer. But (and I know I shouldn’t admit this to beer lovers) I only like stuff like MGD or Bud Lite. I’ve tried some foreign beers (some were probably ales, I really don’t know the difference), but I just don’t like them.
My husband hates beer. He loathes it. My dad, who thinks of beer not as a drink but as a way of life, does not understand this. Derek and I will go to my parents’ house. Derek will go out to help my dad with the car (which for my husband means standing around saying, “Mm-hm” and “I see”). Within five minutes, Derek will have a beer in his hand. He will then excuse himself politely, come into the house, and hand me the beer. Dad is still convinced after almost five years that my husband is just too nervous to drink in front of him, for fear that Dad might think he’s a lush.
Whenever my dad mentions that idea, I make the obligatory pot-kettle reference.
Newcastle Brown is my FAVORITE. Do I get to curry favor through this? I named a rescued dog Newcastle. Is it any wonder the web admin created my ID as “beerdogs”?
My freshman year in college, I hated beer. I would choke down one and then some guy would buy me one (back then a draft was 25 cents) and I’d want to puck. Anyway, my senior year, I was in my room alone, it was springtime and everything was beautiful. I remembered a beer that was in the back of a drawer. I got it out, found a church key (no pop tops then), sat down and thought “Boy, how things have changed”.
Not only that, but I’m a college student Beer is my friend. It just tastes . . . good. I’ve had bad beer, and very good beer. I prefer it over alcohol in any other form (though tequila is pretty tasty). I had an awkward relationship where the guy drank “chick drinks” and I downed brews. Due to that, and many other reasons, it didn’t last long.
‘Bout the same with me. Beer is definately an acquired taste, one which I never really acquired. I rarely drink a beer, let alone finish one. When I’m in the mood for one, I’ll go for a mild brew like Sam Adams’ Cream Ale.
Buncha Foofoos around here ya know? One beer? Heck, I don’t even care if it’s good or not. I’ve been known to go as low as Hamm’s, or The Beast if it’s all that’s available, and even I have to admit that the only thing that distinguishes those beers from piss is the temperature.
The first time my folks did a European jaunt, every postcard from Mom included “P.S. Great beer here” Dad is a fan of <thinking> V.O. Manhattans (does that sound right?)
I was permitted tastes of wine and whiskey sours from young teen years. Alcohol never held any great mystery or fascination for me. I’m not a drinker of any consequence - an occasional Kahlua and cream or a rare glass of wine. However, I never understood the appeal of beer - from the taste of the stuff to the beery odor of overindulgers… When my sis and bro-in-law visited once, they left a can of beer behind. When they returned a year later for another visit, the same can was in the back of the fridge. So it ain’t genetic, or perhaps I’m a mutant. Still, I can’t stand the stuff…
I’m new here, but I’ll throw in my support to those who don’t like beer. And, like most of the others, it doesn’t come from any moral standpoint, I just think it tastes awful. In fact, I really don’t like the taste of alcohol in general, and when I do drink, I tend to go with drinks where you don’t taste the alcohol so much.
I’ve had numerous friends insist that either (a) I have to drink a LOT of beer so I’ll get used to the taste, which makes no sense to me or (b) I have to drink higher-quality beer so that I’ll only get the good stuff, which doesn’t work because it all tastes the same to me.
I can drink it if I have to. When I was growing up in New Orleans, where the drinking age was 18 at the time, I learned that choking down a beer is much easier than explaining why I’m not drinking.
I think beer… just like any liquor is an aquired taste. Maybe you have not found a beer that appeals to you yet. In town here we have a place “The Pump House Brewery” which is a pub that brews it’s own beer. You can get a sampler which gives you a sample of 12 or 15 different kinda of beer…anything from light cream ale to a dark stout to blueberry.
As I remarked in the much earlier thread “I Like Beer”, I don’t like beer either.
This statement has several reactions (as I noted then):
– “That’s because you haven’t tried X”. Yes I have. I’ve tried foreign beers. I’ve tried microbrewed beers. I tried Coors when it was unobtainable on the East Coast, and therefore had a mystique (unknown on the West Coast, which always had it and disdained it). No matter what you do to it, it still tastes like beer.
– “Yeah, but after you’ve been out sweating and you come inside, doesn’t a nice cold beer taste Great?” – No, it still tastes like beer. You can’t disguise that taste.
Fortunately, overindulgence in beer is one of those things that I have managed to avoid. I have enough other bad habits to make up for it, though.
Beer is my friend. It just tastes . . . good. I’ve had bad beer, and very good beer. I prefer it over alcohol in any other form (though tequila is pretty tasty). I had an awkward relationship where the guy drank “chick drinks” and I downed brews. Due to that, and many other reasons, it didn’t last long.