Friday, March 30, 2007

Top 10 Beer Myths

Drinkingbeer.net is such a gem. :)

Most agreeable: Beer myth No. 10: Women don't like beer.

Of course we do. See what our very much respected and missed Indiana Jones of Beer had to tell you:

"His favorite and perhaps most startling message was that beer is the most feminine of beverages. He said that in almost all ancient societies, beer was considered a gift from a goddess, never a male god. Most often, women began the brewing process by chewing grains and spitting them into a pot to form a fermentable mass."

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Pilsner Urquel


Jenny, Claire: You're obviously very familiar with this particular potable. It's the Cadillac of Czech pilsners, and probably pilsners all around the world. If you like that style of beer, I wouldn't hesitate in buying about 10 cartloads of the stuff.

However, up against German Weisbier and German Darks, the Pilsner left me wishing I had never heard of the two previous beers and that I was in a Czech pub downing pilsner one after the other.

So, without disrespecting the owners of this blog, I will remove this beer from the competition as it is not technically German.

Pivo=Better than a Boyfriend

Our fellow pivo terrorist Al recently wrote a post reflecting on why he does not have a girlfriend. His conclusion was that pivo IS his girlfriend!

After reading and analyzing this post Ms. Jenski and I realized something completely different with respect to our romantical lives and came up with the following- Pivo is not our boyfriend, pivo is BETTER than a boyfriend:

Pivo adapts to your moods

Pivo doesn't get jealous when you talk to other guys

There are lots of different kinds of pivo: you can try as many as you like, more than one at a time even-- and no one will call you a slut

Pivo doesn’t care if it is your first drink and doesn’t mind you comparing it to other pivos

You don't have to worry about how pivo will get along with your friends

It's not hard to find the right pivo for you

Pivo is always there for you, at any time of the day and won’t make up excuses for not coming

Pivo will never turn up to you with a lipstick mark on it (unless it's your own)

When you get sick of pivo you can just puke it all out

Pivo can keep you entertained all day/night long

Pivo always satisfies you

Pivo doesn't play emotional games

Even if pivo makes you feel bad one day, you know that you'll ALWAYS want pivo in your life no matter what

Pivo doesn't mind if you haven't shaved your legs for a week

Pivo doesn’t make you worry about your looks; in fact when pivo realizes that it makes you put on weight it works on improving its own quality (light pivo anyone?)

You can tell if a pivo is bad and you should end your association with it after just one sip

You can tell if the pivo is velky (large) or maly (small) by just looking at the outside.

You don't have to fake that you like it when you are with a pivo.

When a pivo is finished it can be recharged within the next 10 seconds

Trivia:
One of those pivo-ing Saturday nights a few months back, U Sudu, underground, crowds, noise, drunken conversations at different tables... at one table at the corner:

Al: ...ah I don't like Pilsner that much, it's too bitter. Gambrinus is better.
Jenski: I like Pilsner though. It's strong.
Al: You like strong beer, don't ya?
Jenski: Yeah, maybe that's why I drink fast... it's so bitter that you just chug it down as quickly as possible…yeah you finish it fast this way, so I like to get a litre of it in one of those big-ass long glasses and it'll go for a longer time...

[Alex, who just arrived in Prague and hadn't got to know the people that well, walks over and sits down next to Jenski, wanting to join in the conversation.]

Al: So let me summarize, you like hard, fast, long and long?
Jenski: Yes.
Alex with priceless look on his face: What am I getting into?

[Alex stands up and walks away]

Jenski, watching Alex walk away, shrugs, turns back to Al: Yes, hard, fast, long and long.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Great minds think alike

Great drinks definitely don't taste alike though, but do great drinkers get wasted alike too?

BrewMe from the southern hemisphere has cordially opened their invitation for beer bottle photos. Unfortunately the fact is that my/us Praha kids' faith in tap beer and its accessibility here would inevitably lead to our shortage of bottle or can photos. Hence I hereby extend the request to the rest of the globe, since I truly believe that T. Ree's recent fondness of pivo should definitely be condoned AND encouraged.

Na Zdravi to the pivo bonded global joint effort to combat alcoholism, that and maybe global warming.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Scary Ideas presents:

Blood beer coasters.

Creepy but it reiterated my mantra: wasting beer is evil. Instead of Scary Idea I say it's an awesome idea.

Don't waste beer.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

St. Patty's in Canada-- with much love!

Unfortunately the closest I could get to Ireland for St. Patty's was my friend's house and a cheesy neighborhood bar. That being said, it was an awesome night!

It started off early evening with quite a few rounds of Flip Cup, a magnificent game that I was first introduced to around this time last year at Big Pig.

My team was on an amazing streak, we lost one round-- but it was due to the substitution of one of the players. Anyway, no one really remembers that, so maybe it didn't really happen?


People were very serious about getting the game right!

We then headed to a cheesy bar that situated right next to a strip club. Keeping it classy!

The cheesy bar did give us these fun hats. I love being Irish for a day! Thanks St. Patrick for giving us a reason to celebrate and indulge in our love of pivo!

Friday, March 16, 2007

Random Beer Name Generator

Your random beer name is:

Dragon-Kettle Wee Heavy


Haha, random!

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Monday, March 12, 2007

We've just been linked!

...i just found out one of my friends, Jenny Hu, is co-writing a blog about Pivo and their life in Prague, Czech. that's the kinda life i look up to, they can really appreciate the essence of beer, and that's probably something i can never do. -Stan

Awwwww!!!

Girlfriends = Pivo

After many nights sitting alone by myself without the warmth and comfort of a beautiful young lady with an impressive set of jugs, i began to ponder what could be the possible reason for this. Could it possibly be my looks? Surely not, for i truly am a strapping young lad with a face that would make Cleopatra swoon and the body of a modern day Adonnis. Perhaps it is my character? this also i refute, for my mind is a keen as the Eagles eye, my wit sharper than Japanese Steel, and an intellect so deep that all the books in all the world could only fill it enough to whet it's thirst for knoweldge. Modesty aside, i see no other reason why i should need to spend my evenings with nothing but a Pivo. But then, i began to think...Why is it i don't have a girlfriend, but i do have an intimate realationship with my good friend Miss Gambrinus...then it dawned on me, Pivo is my girlfriend! with a little more thinking i realised there are a number of reason why this is true, girlfriends and pivo have a few very similar things in common:

Pivo makes me happy

Pivo makes me sad

I can talk about my pivo all night

Pivo makes me talk crap

Pivo gives head – similarly I like it when pivo goes down

I’m a bad dancer, but my pivo doesn’t mind

Pivo makes me horny

Pivo turns me into a sentimental blubbering idiot

I spend all my money on pivo

I don’t mind being naked in front of a pivo – in fact a pivo often gets me naked

When I come home at night after a hard days work, all I want to see is my pivo

Having lunch with a pivo, I will never run out of things to say

My pivo has some hot mates (Becherovka, Rum…)

I like my English Pivo warm and flat, but I won’t object to a cool bubbly one

If I wake up in the morning with a hangover and ignore the pivo, everyone suffers- If I wake up
in the morning with a hangover and love the pivo, everyone is happy

If I don’t like my current flavour Pivo, I can always toss it out and get a new one

Friday, March 09, 2007

Ready?

Jenny in Prague says:
we'll wear "Prague Drinking Team - Czech me out" t-shirts and get royally messed up on st paddy's in manc

Jenny in Prague says:
and eat fish n chips on the street

Jenny in Prague says:
excited!

Adam-in Xi'an says:
you;re just going there drinking?

Jenny in Prague says:
yep

Jenny in Prague says:
for a weekend

Jenny in Prague says:
friday there and sunday back

Jenny in Prague says:
well apparently i'll get to see a bit of the city

Jenny in Prague says:
but that's not the priority

Jenny in Prague says:
plus i doubt there is anything there worth seeing (what's the No.1 tourist attraction anyway?)

Adam-in Xi'an says:
it's ok. not much to see apart from shops and some museums. though the lake district could be done in a day trip

Jenny in Prague says:
but my friend is considering taking me to see the chinese wholesale market (some warehouse-like thing)

Jenny in Prague says:
and she might drive me to somewhere between manc and leeds

Adam-in Xi'an says:
the museum of industry is quite cool (1st ever train station in the world), plus there is Urbis museum (about cities and urban stuff) and then also a guggenheim museum or something

Jenny in Prague says:
i'm clueless

Adam-in Xi'an says:
between manc and leeds is motorway!

Jenny in Prague says:
sounds exciting!

Adam-in Xi'an says:
the drinking and clubs are good. the pubs are fantastic

Jenny in Prague says:
there you go

Adam-in Xi'an says:
especially the student ones.. cheaper than the fancy ones. although there will be famous football players in the fancy ones.

Jenny in Prague says:
which is your favorite bar? i'll go czech it out on your behalf and have a beer there for you

Jenny in Prague says:
i'm not into football

Adam-in Xi'an says:
also the comedy store on deansgate locks is great. really funn impromptu comedy. go there and laugh for me. since no one in china has a sense of humour!

Jenny in Prague says:
that last line was unnecessary! i'm offended

Adam-in Xi'an says:
its so true!

Jenny in Prague says:
true my arse

Adam-in Xi'an says:
you're not chinese. and you are not in china so dont worry

Adam-in Xi'an says:
come one. see my point of view. the brits have a very unique sense of view

Adam-in Xi'an says:
and stop always bringin your body parts into the conversation!

Jenny in Prague says:
suck my balls

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Refrigerator Will Toss You Can of Beer

With a click of the remote, fashioned from a car's keyless entry device, a small elevator inside the refrigerator lifts a beer can through a hole and loads it into the fridge's catapult arm. A second click fires the device, tossing the beer up to 20 feet - "far enough to get to the couch," he said. (AP)

What a champ!

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Pivo Gadgetry

What's this? A beer mug that will tell you when you're low on beer? Genius! As the description says, it "is perfect for the person who always needs to be told what to do. It is also great if you have previously drunken yourself blind". Luckily, I still have the gift of sight, but I might need this in a few years.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Beautiful, Simply Beautiful

Alia singing on a felucca cruising up and down the Nile. Cairo, Egypt.

RIP, the Indiana Jones of Beer

Alan D. Eames, who cultivated his reputation as "the Indiana Jones of beer" by crawling into Egyptian tombs to read hieroglyphics about beer and voyaging along the Amazon in search of a mysterious lost black brew, died Feb. 10 at his home.

Eames called himself a beer anthropologist, a role that allowed him to expound on subjects like what he put forward as the world's oldest beer ad, dating to roughly 4000 B.C.

Eames followed the golden liquid to 44 countries.

His favorite and perhaps most startling message was that beer is the most feminine of beverages. He said that in almost all ancient societies, beer was considered a gift from a goddess, never a male god. Most often, women began the brewing process by chewing grains and spitting them into a pot to form a fermentable mass. (Denver Post)

A pivo anthropologist who humbled all us pivo terrorists and paled all our pivo pursuing stories and world_pivo paths. RIP. We shall continue your journey, live on the pivo spirit, and make you proud, unstoppable.

Monday, March 05, 2007

I now love Ikea

This weekend Anna and I went on a two day run around Edinburgh to see my old university 'sloochie' Sam. Her hospitality was amazing, as was the amount of good food and wine we inhaled in such a short period of time. Anna and I stayed true to out roots and ordered a pint of Tennants Super, a true Scottish beer, whilst those around us crumbled a fell for girlie drinks




However, I must admit that I eventually ditched the beer for something which has bred a new found sense of respect for Ikea and generally all things Swedish. No, not a cheap yet stylish wooden chest of draws or the beautiful Freddy Ljuengberg (think Arsenal football team), but the best pear cider the world has ever seen - which not only happens to be supremely dobber but to my amazement is also available at your local Ikea - god bless those crazy Swedes for giving me a legitimate reason to go to Ikea.

It's all about the crack...

Or is it?

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before I start this blog entry i just want to remind everyione that Jenny is the best non-native speaker i know, and i am not taking the piss!

You don't often see Jenny stuck for words but I have the pleasure to report that it has actually happened (at least once in my life time, although unfortunately it may never happen again- I live in hope!) During an amazing trip to Egypt which was choc full of adventure, misadventure , shisha and habibi this one episode stuck in my mind for the pure linguistic craziness of it all.

The Scene: Somewhere in a taxi in a desert

The players: China, myself and Roarie/Ruairi (pronounced 'rory', a nice ''Irish country boy'')

The Background: We had the great fortune of meeting a friend of a friend as we boarded the train to Luxor (the afore mentioned Ruairi), ''yes!'' we thought, a male companion, that should make our life in Egypt easier (this would be the only context in which i would ever think being in the company of a male would make life easier). As we were speeding through the desert we begin to pump Ruairi for information about Dahab , the legendary back-packer heaven which was to be the next and final stop on our crazy tour (N.B I didn't get to swan off to Kenya afterwards). Ruairi was expounding the virtues of Dahab whilst sitting in the front seat of the taxi but as he began to talk about Dahab and the night life I had a horrible feeling that I knew what he was going to say, and of course he did...

The Words: Exact quote - ''go to Dahab, the Crack there's great''. To anyone familiar with Irish Gaelic ''the crack'', spelt 'craic' will simply mean 'fun' or as Wikipedia puts it:

'fun, enjoyment, abandonment, or lighthearted mischief, sometimes in the context of drinking' And (I s***t you not) the comment that all drug dealers have been waiting for: 'Crack is good for your health in Ireland'.

As Ruairi recommended the crack/craic in Dahab I turned to Jenny as she tried to compute the fact that this guy, who we were stuck with in the desert, was in all likelyhood a crack fiend; the look on her face was priceless and I have a new found respect for Gaelic and the mass confusion it can cause when China, England and Ireland meet in Egypt...habibi to that!

Friday, March 02, 2007

About a boy

1 month before the trip –

C: Yo, Jenski, so I’m assuming our accommodation in Cairo is secured?
J: Yep, Alex hooked me up with his friend Kent in Cairo and we’ve been emailing each other. Sounds like a cool guy.

2 weeks before the trip –

C: Just checking, who are we staying with in Cairo again? Alex, right?
J: No, Kent. He’s Alex’s friend, but his name is Kent.
C: OK.

1 week before the trip –

C: So do you already have Clark’s address?
J: WTF is Clark?
C: Oh, sorry, Kent, I just keep thinking of Superman every time you mention Kent.

The day of taking off, on the plane –

C: Just to make sure, remind me what’s his name again?
J: Kent. Kent. Kent!!!
C: Make sure I get it right when we see him. For some reason I think it’ll be my lifetime problem to remember his name but I don’t want to screw our free accommodation.

Within AIESEC and its extended network I know quite a few people would be happy to host friend’s friends who even though you’ve never met before but at least you know you are somehow connected with. But –
- how many would be willing to pick up those strangers at 3AM from the airport?
- how many would give away your warm blanket at cold night in Egypt to guests coming from the Czech winter?
- how many would bother walk two clueless foreigners all the way to the railway station to hassle the ticket lady for deals he himself has never done before?
- how many would take the risk of bringing two hungry girls dying for good food to an American Soul Food night without assessing their devouring and party-wrecking-with-alcohol ability?

And above all these,

- how many would offer 3 camels instead of 2 for Claire?!

Thanks so much for everything, Kent. You are a champ. As we agreed, Prague has been determined. Inshaallah.
Kent
(Just in case you were wondering, the bottle at the bottom of this photo is Becherovka and in the plastic bottle is some quality Absinth, both from the Czech Republic. So I'm compliant with the picture posting rule. Yay)

Thursday, March 01, 2007

A Christmas to Remember


Is there a better gift for a Pivo terrorist than 17, count them (2 not present for photoshoot...possibly in stomach), 17 bottles of the finest German and Czech beer. In the coming weeks, I will be reviewing each bottle as it went down, so stay tuned.