(Not really a review since I have no idea how to vocalize my taste into words. Especially with beer.)
Beer is great.
This is, or at least should be, a standard tagline for any German citizen.
Beer is fun.
At least when I’m drinking alone, in front of my pc, watching YouTube videos while playing dumb (actually, factually dumb) video games like I can’t believe it’s not gambling!.
Beer is poetry.
A good beer fills your mouth and throat like a good poem does.
Beer is dancing.
It makes you want to dance, it makes you dance (alone, in your room, probably weirding out your neighbors with your weird habits), it dances in your tummy.
Beer is art.
Fine brewed beer is a masterful craftmanship.
Beer has the potential to lead you into the light.
Sometimes I want to go drunk-driving at 3am and so far my brain has always overpowered me.
My current beer brands of choice are Flensburger and Tannenzäpfle.
When I’m back home with my mom or dad I prefer Bruch.
