What's the worst beer you've ever tried?

Sérgio said:
though the whole concept of drinking alcohol free beer or wine just escapes me.
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But i think there is actually quite a large difference between beer and wine: beer is brewed from some ingredients, and if You remove the alcohohl (actually only most if it) You obtain something resembling beer at least somehow. But wine is fermented grape juice - and if You remove the alcohol You're more or less back at the grape juice. The only difficulty is that the "good" grapes are all made into wine. Some years ago i could buy some grape juice from "Morio Muscat" grapes from a winemaker - and that was a really good an "honest" alternative to wine (i like the taste, but i don't like the effect of the alcohol).
 
Clockworkmike said:
I found out Guinness in Ireland aint that weak stuff we got here, the hard way. Pounded pints with my wife and a stranger ( who ended up becoming a good friend now i talk to every few months on the phone with)at Temple Bar in Dublin.

Ended up painting the toilet in my hotel room in a nice earthy brown tinge of vomit. Woke up the next day, took a train to Cork and proposed to my wife on top of Blarney Castle after kissing the Stone, with the worst hangover ive had in a long time. True story lmao
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One night, I was in the Temple Bar enjoying several pints while chatting with the bartender and a couple of locals. There was a traditional Irish Session going on in the bar. I mentioned to the bartender that I play mandolin in a tradition Irish style band that plays covers of Punk Rock drinking songs by bands such as GG Allin, Black Flag, The Ramones, Gang Green, The Queers, Sham 69, The Yobs, etc. He said "Oh really, what's the name of the band?" I said "The Gobshytes." "You know that's not not really a nice word?" was his reply. I told him Peter was always being called a Gobshyte by Larry Kirwan of Black 47, and that's how the band got it's name. We had a real good laugh over that.


Good to hear you survived praying at the porcelain Blarney Stone, and she said yes.
 
Yargnad said:
Scotch is really weird to me. The strangest of all liquors. I can't get past the band-aid smell, I don't know what that is all about, but it totally smells like a box of band-aid brand band-aids. :oops:

Now sour mashes and whiskys I can do straight up. Or sometimes with a soda back. I love a good highball.
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whiskey is funny with me.....i can drink jim beam all day long, but if i have even one capful of jack daniels, i will throw it up as soon as it hits my stomach.
 
heltershelton said:
well, i just made a pot of strong coffee. i dont even want to think about alcohol again until i see ebidis again and say,
"well, like they say in Ireland, lets drink until the alcohol in our systems destroys our livers and kills us".
(stolen from family guy)
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HAHA,

I think the first time I ever saw a Chapelle standup on TV he did a joke about Aliens and them putting various nationalities of people in giant aquariums. Then the aliens messed with the people by getting them drunk and watching them pass out and act stupid. Then he mentioned what happened when they got to the Irish people in an aquarium. They were typical Irish, alcohol had no effect.
 
Yargnad said:
Scotch is really weird to me. The strangest of all liquors. I can't get past the band-aid smell, I don't know what that is all about, but it totally smells like a box of band-aid brand band-aids. :oops:

Now sour mash whiskys and bourbon I can do straight up. Or sometimes with a soda back. I love a good highball.
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Aside from the band-aid smell, having "the taste of peat" as a selling point is weird. Peat-moss is not a big sell for me.
 
You guys keep talking about vomiting. To each his own, I prefer to think of the good side.

But since this has been brought up, well. Mixing beverages is what literally kills me. And I remember the one and only day I followed Jim Morrison's path. I woke up at 9 am one morning after a particularly good gig, we played until like 4am and I had already drunk my ass off when I went to bed. I woke up, went straight to the fridge and got myself a beer before breakfast. Man, I lasted about 3/4 of that beer. The rest was toilet painting and not the best kind. Never tried that again.
 
Worst beer for me? Miller High Life and Keystone. Flavor is good, but they are both headaches in a bottle...or a can. I can honestly say that I never met a beer that I didn’t enjoy the flavor of.
 
SG John said:
One night, I was in the Temple Bar enjoying several pints while chatting with the bartender and a couple of locals. There was a traditional Irish Session going on in the bar. I mentioned to the bartender that I play mandolin in a tradition Irish style band that plays covers of Punk Rock drinking songs by bands such as GG Allin, Black Flag, The Ramones, Gang Green, The Queers, Sham 69, The Yobs, etc. He said "Oh really, what's the name of the band?" I said "The Gobshytes." "You know that's not not really a nice word?" was his reply. I told him Peter was always being called a Gobshyte by Larry Kirwan of Black 47, and that's how the band got it's name. We had a real good laugh over that.


Good to hear you survived praying at the porcelain Blarney Stone, and she said yes.
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Lol thats hilarious man!

And thank ya! Real classy huh? Proposed hungover, thank god she's forgiving lol
 
Yargnad said:
This sorta reminds me of the only day in my life that I cant remember. It was the day of my Gramp's wake about 20 years ago, and someone had bought some E&J brandy and I basically polished off the entire bottle. Needless to say I was way out of my gourd. The following is a recount of my actions that night as told to me by my compadres.

I honked on a table at Chili's, not my table someone else's, and got tossed from the place. As soon as I stepped outside I honked on the waiting bench and tripped and hit my head on it all in the same motion (I sorta remember that part oddly.) We then proceeded to another Chili's (hehe) and on the way I honked in the back seat of my buddy's new Explorer Sport. We actually made it thru the next Chili's encounter honk-free, but I was still tossed for general belligerence. We then decided to head back home, but needed to restock the liquor. I apparently gave my wallet and PIN code to my cousin and he took it upon himself to hook up with his guy and get us a green bag and we already had one sparked up before we hit the liquor store on the way back to the house. We played a few rounds of Tiger Woods and had a Sega Rally tournament for the rest of the night.

When I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy - I never get hangovers - everyone else was moaning and groaning in their sleep. My buddy explained this all to me once he finally got out of bed and ordered me to clean out his Ford first thing and during that I realized I must've honked at least several times in his car. My cousin was telling me that the cute girl that was with us was holding my hair while I painted his toilet for over an hour.

There was no liquor and no weed left that next morning. It was a night to remember....only I don't. That's my Irish heritage in action right there.
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I wish I could say I don't get hangovers. I do. Especially if I drink Dutch beer, Chivas or any mix of alcoholic beverages. I can endure all night long drinking a single brand of beer or whislkey, though
 
Yargnad said:
This sorta reminds me of the only day in my life that I cant remember. It was the day of my Gramp's wake about 20 years ago, and someone had bought some E&J brandy and I basically polished off the entire bottle. Needless to say I was way out of my gourd. The following is a recount of my actions that night as told to me by my compadres.

I honked on a table at Chili's, not my table someone else's, and got tossed from the place. As soon as I stepped outside I honked on the waiting bench and tripped and hit my head on it all in the same motion (I sorta remember that part oddly.) We then proceeded to another Chili's (hehe) and on the way I honked in the back seat of my buddy's new Explorer Sport. We actually made it thru the next Chili's encounter honk-free, but I was still tossed for general belligerence. We then decided to head back home, but needed to restock the liquor. I apparently gave my wallet and PIN code to my cousin and he took it upon himself to hook up with his guy and get us a green bag and we already had one sparked up before we hit the liquor store on the way back to the house. We played a few rounds of Tiger Woods and had a Sega Rally tournament for the rest of the night.

When I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy - I never get hangovers - everyone else was moaning and groaning in their sleep. My buddy explained this all to me once he finally got out of bed and ordered me to clean out his Ford first thing and during that I realized I must've honked at least several times in his car. My cousin was telling me that the cute girl that was with us was holding my hair while I painted his toilet for over an hour.

There was no liquor and no weed left that next morning. It was a night to remember....only I don't. That's my Irish heritage in action right there.
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damn..... sounds like every single day of my 20s
 
Sérgio said:
I wish I could say I don't get hangovers. I do. Especially if I drink Dutch beer, Chivas or any mix of alcoholic beverages. I can endure all night long drinking a single brand of beer or whislkey, though
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What's a hang over?



Cadorman said:
I really like tequila. Surprised it hasn't come up yet. Lick the salt, toss it back and suck the lime. Yum!
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You need to drink better tequila. I only use salt or lime for the cheap stuff.
 
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