Guinness Draught

If I think back I remember drinking my first one, back in so much simpler times, when I was still young. To the King’s Head did I stroll, not for the first time. ’Twas in that castle, in my youth, I’d spend every dime. Scarves of every football team hung on every wall. Drinking songs, like cigar smoke, lingered in that hall. And at the bar the punters sat and pissed the time away. I swore I’d sit and drink with them until my dying day. My choice in beers and lasses both was vapid, thin and blonde, but deep down a part of me for something deeper longed. One day I called for something else, the barman I surprised. And on that day a deep, black stout for my first time I tried. The barman poured the rich, thick brew with patients and with care, and then he stopped two-thirds the way while at the glass I stared. Cascading like a fountain, those bubbles did their dance, such beauty I had not beheld, I cursed my ignorance. And once the beer had settled, again the barman poured, a frothy head and quaint shamrock atop this dark reward. "Guinness up!" the barman called and placed it on the oak. And to my shock the glass, I swear, like God Almighty spoke. "Who are you to order me?" to my surprise it asked. "Some hipster writer, just a boy, I’ll kick your little ass." "Please," said I, "I didn’t know you’d give me such a fright. I know that all this time so far, I have been drinking shite." "Very well," the black pint said, "sip me long and slow. I’ll show you how a beer should taste and down your gullet flow." And so I raised the glass and sipped, my mind was all atwitter, and roasted barley I did taste so sweet and yet so bitter. The palate was like Irish cream, the likes of which I knew, but never did I think I’d get the same feeling from a brew. And so I drank all afternoon, a stout virgin no more. I drank until I could not stand, nor walk across the floor. Years later I’m a connoisseur, I’ve tried the best and worst. But I have learned it’s not the beer, it’s where you had your first.

On Tap. I let this one warm up a little in my hands. Roasted malt aroma was faint. Lovely black darkness with a nice creamy head. Light in flavor and easy to drink. Being found more and more in my remote area. Taste of some bitterness and roasted malt, finishes up creamy and slightly dry. I like Guinness.

As stated this is a staple goto that is served most places, so even if your stuck in the backwoods odds are you can still count on Guinness

On tap. Color is black and it had a nice medium chocolaty creamy head. Gorgous look. Roasty aroma. Taste is chocolate, roasty and coffee. Don’t want to repete all that has been said. Its a great beer that you can find almost everywhere. When you can’t find any good beer, you know that Guinness will almost always be there to save you ! Rating #55

I can detect a slight milk chocolate smell and having difficulty identifying anything else. Pours similar but not the same as the colors on the bottle, an off black color with an amber hue and a beige frothy head and no carb action. Moderately acidic and lightly bitter coffee and chocolate malt taste with some bland resin and orange hops flavor. Medium bodied, dry almost creamy texture, no carbonation, and lightly metallic and moderately astringent finish. Nothing to this I would rather have the Black Hart from TJs.

a nice milk like beer.. simple beer for this time of year..the taste is solid..nice black pour with small tan head

A nice black colour with a beautiful greyish head. The taste is slightly bitter.

Absolutely hated this beer; had the texture of milk and I couldn’t finish it. I was very surprised as I normally prefer dark beers.