Enjoying a quiet Irish porter because why wouldn’t I. It’s a subtle brew I quietly enjoy as a baseball game plays on the TV. Enjoying a quiet Irish porter because just what the fuck is an Irish Porter? It’s in my hand. It can’t be called a figment of my imagination. Enjoying a quiet Irish porter and figuring that I can always look up the history later. It’s a quiet beer and a quiet deviation. Beer geeks will revel in the minute details while commoners will listen aghast.
Order stubborn prig
a quiet Irish porter
pontificating
the evolution of beer
alcohol seeps in slowly