There are few things as beautiful as a perfect pour of Guinness—and recently, I discovered that there are few things funnier than an absolutely awful pour. Enter: @shitlondonguinness, chronicling the many pubs that don't pass muster. Oh, lads...
There are few things as beautiful as a perfect pour of Guinness—and recently, I discovered that there are few things funnier than an absolutely awful pour. Enter: @shitlondonguinness, chronicling the many pubs that don't pass muster. Oh, lads...
I love this shit. Prior to taking a frothy sip of pure heaven i always toast to two of my spiritual drinking buddies: Anthony Bourdain and this girl right here (the donkey not Colin)
I’m not talking just in the same city, I mean literally as close as possible. in the same neighborhood, on the same block, even in the same building. if you actually like each other you should be able to handle the proximity, look at Kramer and Jerry. however more realistically, just sharing the same corner bar is powerful, powerful thing.
it’s kind of in the name but aggressively drinkable, served in a liter bottle, well priced, great chilled. bring it to a party, drink it yourself, it’s a wine you can lean on when a seltzer sounds gross, and liquor sounds worse
a balance between relaxed and professional. go oversized, be comfortable, and convince your boss you care with a collar but keep all the comforts of the hoodie everyone has noticed you‘ve worn 3 days in a row
