After an afternoon playing golf with Mr. Mulligan* during which the heat was not beat, I needed an icy cold brewski to banish the triple bogey blues. I came to a cold and crushable conclusion, a sleek slim silver can of Cool Beer in my cooler, as cold as a walk on the moon, would be a most chill swill.
No class, no glass, it was a five alarm thirst emergency, I needed a canfusion. 8 hours on ice meant it was the coldest beer you could get without going to solid state status. Any colder it would be a pint sickle.
With the heat of the day and cold of the beer, it meant this one was probably destined for super suds status no matter what it tasted like. Luckily it tasted as good as it was cold. A malt aroma and I think half that thin tin of lager was down first swig. Going down faster and furiouser. A full malt flavour with a smooth slightly crisp finish, refreshing, easy drinking.
Cool Beer, cold beer, good beer.
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