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Good write up, cheers.

Dublin Airport is regularly mentioned on social media as somewhere that doesn't serve a good pint though, despite probably churning out more pints per day than any other bar in the country (given that they are open from 4am and constantly busy). I think the idea of a "good" pint of Guinness goes well beyond the pour and the look of the pint. It's the pub itself, hence why your favourite pints mention things like the Atlantic Ocean, traditional interiors, snugs and quietness. Good pints are found in older bars, with points added for having things likes a roaring fire, dark wood and snugs. "Shit" pints are always found in non-Irish pubs, hotels and modern bars.

Never heard the term brainworming before but it's a great word. Shitlondonguinness is a good example. The submissions always bawl about getting the "correct" glass, but in reality, they just want a glass that says Guinness on the side. When the new style glasses were introduced there were complaints from punters claiming the beer tasted different and would specifically ask for the "old" glass and pubs would proudly post on social media that they only stock the "old" glass. Fast forward and the new glass is now accepted by the Guinness community so now in Britain you have 3 different glasses available depending on the pub. But woe betide if the bartender puts the beer in a different branded glass. It really is mad how much credence is given to the look of the pint. The actual taste(or lack of) is irrelevant.

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Love this piece 🔥🔥🔥

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My favourite type of food writing - a voice that enthrals from the off, tells me things that are new from a fresh perspective. Makes me yearn for a Guinness.

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Never wanted a pint of Guinness in my life so bad!

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This was fabulous in all the ways

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Reminds me of a time (pre 00’s craft beer boom) when I’d almost exclusively drink Guinness, often at the behest of friends who said I was mellow on it, as opposed to “a prick on the Kronie.” I hadn’t touched a pint of Guinness in about 8 years until December when I had a chilled pint overlooking the Indian Ocean. That Toucan certainly has wings.

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A very enjoyable read. Now I need a taste.

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Beautiful article, one which provokes an instant urge for Guinness (avoiding any Wario like imitations) and a descent into the world of dreamy weirdness and boozy poetry (where I wonder if this piece counted as part of the latter).

My mum in law drank Guinness throughout her pregnancy due to the old advertising you mentioned, specifically due to a belief there was Iron in it. She encourages my pregnant wife to do the same now, which we don't do, but also we've never had the heart to contest her belief in it.

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Yep, a Guinness a day keeps the doctor away

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