It was only recently that I discovered that I'd finished all of the Fursty Ferret and all of the Betty Stogs (both favourite session beers of mine). This left only a couple of bottles of Abbot Ale, which I normally consider a tiny bit too strong for my tastes at 5%ABV (yes, yes, I know - wimp of the century). Sometimes needs must - so I decided, on the principle that one can only drink what's available, to have a bash at it.
However, Mrs The Millbrooker is nothing if not brave (she married me, after all). We lined up the drinks for the purposes of colour comparison. Note pleasant chestnut colour of the slightly-too-strong-for-a-wuss-like-me Abbot Ale and the dark brooding I-dare-you look of the Zywiec.Dozybean was on hand to witness the occasion and to quietly steal as many chocolate liqueurs (kindly donated by Rosemary) as she could get away with.The moment could be put off no longer and Mrs The Millbrooker took the plunge.She declared it to be "beer". Mmm, there's no fooling Mrs The Millbrooker when she's on form, you know. Dozybean quickly took up the mantle and tried a sip.Dozybean liked it enough to drink a bottle of it to herself last night. Dozybean, it should be noted, is devoid of any real drinking ability at all and gets squiffy on a whiff of the barmaid's apron; I leave the consequences of last night's Polish beer drinking to your imagination.
I didn't try it at all. Give me a nice gentle session beer any time, as long as it's not that dreadful travesty of the brewer's art Courage Best.