I love it for the memory of snowboarding all day long, drinking Guinness all night, then waking up and finishing up my pint for breakfast before heading back to the slopes.
The remains of that pint that I drank for breakfast was probably the best beer I've ever had, ever. Its maybe not so much the beer in cases like that, but the memories we associate with them. I also remember running around Caye Caulker in Belize eying all the "Guinness Is Good for You" signs on the "bars". SWMBO's sister and I got one of them for the price of two pints. Okay..maybe THAT pint was the best pint of Guinness I ever had......
naw.
Or maybe it was the pint I drank in Massachusetts right after a 3 day road trip in a 1964 Nova SS convertible with three friends..the car overheated, broke an oil pan(we spent a night on a flatbed trailer at the tow company in South Dakota, whole other story!) and I spent a good part of the trip cooling down the ignition control module with a coke can. Three days, coast to coast, in a car that had just been put through it inaugural trip around the block after being rebuilt.
Guinness for me isn't all just about the beer, its what I associate with it. Its a great beers!
