This is a smooth, light drinking ale, which the label proclaims as "The Friendly Pint," right above a picture of a very drunk Englishman. It was the friendly pint, as a matter of fact. It didn't insult my heritage, or call me an American wanker, or accuse me of theft. It did nothing but sit in my glass, looking all beer-like. Nothing at all. Didn't greet me, or say, "Hello, mate," or ask how my day was. Son of a bitch, this pint wasn't so friendly after all. Screw it.
Reviewed: June 19, 2004