Guinness Draft

Perfection.

In time for St. Patrick’s Day, I will now give my review of one of the greatest brews to have ever been produced.  This one gets 100 out of 100 on the beerbliographer scale.  I almost feel guilty about it, too, but here goes.  Guinness Draft.  It’s legendary, and rightly so.  It pours creamy and bubbly and it is a treat to watch the initial pour tumble down the sides of the glass like a North Sea storm into a black, ruby-tinted mass.  In it’s wake it is impossible not to become enraptured in the presence of the substantial and long-lasting tan head.  There’s lots of Brussels lace as the level drops and plenty of non-belch producing fine carbonation.  The roasted malt bouquet is amazing, with plenty of smoke and burnt carmel notes.  It is absolutely smooth and creamy and leaves with a dry sharp finish with a remaining coffee note.  It is the most drinkable stout I’ve ever had, and my snobbish tendencies make me wat to say that Lion Stout gets that honor, but I am nothing if I am not honest, so I have to give Guinness Draft the praise it deserves.  That being said, there is nothing as disappointing as a poorly drawn, stale or flat pint of it (that means you, Village Tavern).  In my prime I managed to survive a 12-pint night, but those days are long gone, thankfully.  But, I am more than ready for a 3-pint night and the pleasure that goes with it.  Slainte and Zum Voll!