It's not even close. And the beer Kultur present in practically every town, even tiny, out of the way ones, is unmatched.
Their rules governing brewing are older than most country's laws regulating ANYTHING AT ALL (the year 1516, to be exact).
These people take their beer so seriously there's even a word for it; Bierernst; it literally means "beer serious".
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
I think Peter is being a 'real ale snob', red. He's probably a member of CAMRA as well
And unless I misunderstand, all beer in Germany (like everywhere in the world other than England, I think) is carbonated and therefore would be considered 'lager' by the real ale snobs in England.
Nothing wrong with real ale, of course. Had 3 lovely pints of the stuff down the Jolly Farmer last night. But lager is equally tasty and I don't really get being snobby about beer.
Ok, I know you'll never understand the glory that was the original Spesh and don't get other high strength lager, but in terms of normal beer that all you lot drink, how on earth can you say the Krauts make better beer than the Belgies?
And that's just normal Belgie beer. Trappists believe that God wants us all to get off our heads - and they are right to believe so, cf Shiva and chillums - and therefore forgo speech so as not to be distracted from making us the best beer so we appreciate God's Divine Grace to the fullest.
AND when I was in Ypres on my WW1 MA field trip, I found a beer in the hotel bar that was 12%. Even stronger than Spesh. Made by monks. And cost the same per 330ml glass as the other beers. And it was lush. God bless the Belgies.
You have me very, very wrong. I wont drink in any of the poncey, real ale pubs for one simple reason. They never sell Guinness, and I only drink Guinness.
If I was a snob I would only drink in Bowes on Fleet Street, Dublin. Wonderful drop in there
I used to like a lager and almost drink myself to death on the beer in Krakow one Christmas. But it plays havoc with my insides these days so I stick to Guinness.