All the weird cross-cultural stuff is the man reason I bought it. A brand with an Austrian name, based in Uruguay brewing a Scottish Ale. Irresistible.
My expectations? Low, as usual.Experience has taught me that's the best approach.
Before I dive in, like the gentleman I am, I offer Dolores a taste first.
"It's OK."
Reassured. I take a sip.
"That's nothing like as bad as I feared."
"Praise indeed, Dad." Andrew reacts.
"It's OK. Not a bad attempt. Quite sweet and malty. Like a beefed up 8o shilling."
"I've no idea what you're on about, Dad. You sound like the Real Ale Twats."
"Thanks. Haven't you learnt the classic Scottish styles yet?"
"No, Dad. I've got better things to do. Like learning Sanskrit."
"This is like the strongest Scottish Pale Ale, but even stronger. Halfway to Strong Ale."
"Whatever, Dad."
"What did you think of Zillerrtal Pils?"
"OK. Like standard Pils."
Like drawing blood from a stone it is, sometimes.
Bloody kids.
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