My name is Daniel, and I am an alcoholic. Just kidding, I’m in fucking denial. I’m not going to post a fucking novella like the General Loquacious down there, but here goes.
I did have some hell of good beers while traveling in Hungary and Austria. I’ll go ahead and get the first one out of the way.
This here’s a Dreher Bak. A real Hungarian beer (that’s hard to fucking find in bars). Look at that fucking head…nice and creamy. I want to drink the shit out of that beer while eating goulash. In fact, I did, and its malty fucking creamy-caramel sweetass goodness almost did me in. So I went for a second.
It was fucking tasty, too, though not so sweet as to curl the lips, as the color might indicate. Malts were roasted just the right amount. It maybe could’ve balanced better with some fucking hops, but I’m not complaining.
Fuck those fucking fucks over at ratebeer who made me think I was retarded for liking this beer as much as I did. Given, it was my first beer in 2 days or so, so it was probably more fucking aesculapian than just good, but I goddamn liked it. Enough to fucking want more. Even after reading the fucking shit reviews. I went out and bought a bottle…and realized why it had such fucking shit reviews. This stuff tastes like watered-down ass from a bottle. Oh well. For all you draft-dodging pussies on ratebeer, get over to Budapest and try some straight from a tap. You’ll change your minds.
Dreher Bak is a fucking good beer. On draft. The ubiquitous Dreher Classic is as close to piss you can get this side of popular American domestics. But people sure swill that shit in bars. And bartenders look at you funny and explain it’s a local beer if you ask if one of the 10 Dreher taps is Bak. Like it doesn’t even exist. Fuck those guys too.
