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Nothing quenches the thirst like a wheat beer, or sharpens the appetite like an India pale ale. Nothing goes as well with seafood as a dry porter or stout, or accompanies chocolate like an imperial stout. Nothing soothes like a barleywine. These are just a few of the specialty styles of beer.
Beer ... a high and mighty liquor.
Czech beer in bottles is the corpse of real beer in a glass coffin.
The German lives in a state of perpetual intestinal embarrassment due to an excess of beer and the pork sausages on which he gorges himself.
I grew up in Austria, and for me real comfort food is Wiener Schnitzel. Wiener Schnitzel and mashed potatoes because it reminds me of my youth ... It reminds me when I grow up and it feels very comforting.
Kiss my ass Rath Roiben Rye
Meine Wurst! Better your sausage than your life, man!
VW used to mean FAHRVERGNUGEN and now it's FARFROMUNION!
Birgit Von Schondorf
The weirdest thing about Tibet is that the most popular beer is Pabst Blue Ribbon. Everywhere, even on the slopes of Everest, cans of Pabst lay alongside the road labeled, 'Established in Milwaukee in 1849'.
I'm not much of a beer drinker, you know what I drink? Peach wine coolers.
Tea - the cups that cheer but not inebriate.
Only for us would unweird be weird.
Leinenkugels makes better beer now that Miller bought them. It will license insecure people to like craft beers.
Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen ...
I'm ashamed to be German.
"Uisce Beatha" is a compounded distilled spirit being drawn on aromatics, and the Irish sort is particularly distinguished for its pleasant and mild flavour.
The shot is Kahlua, Irish Cream and whipped cream on top.
A European brewery has purchased Anheuser-Busch, the makers of Budweiser, for $52 billion. Which is a a shame because if they had waited until happy hour, they could have paid half that.
Banks' beer. There's nothing like it! To Brazil. And to Barbados justice.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!
adjourn for another beer. We
There is nothing more soul-satisfying than the first succulent bite into the juicy frankfurter,
Beer, it's not just for breakfast anymore.
We are fighting Germany, Austria and drink, and as far as I can see, the greatest of these three deadly foes is drink.
The best beer in the world is the one in my hand.
Orlaith asks as we return to the tree. Germany. You know they have sausages in vending machines there?
That questionable superfluity small beer.
At the Royall Oake Taverne, I drank a sort of French wine called Ho Bryan, that hath a good and most particular taste that I never met with.
What!You know German?
It's Kahlua, Sage. Packed with sugar and coffee flavor.
the Cup That Cheers
Coffee and chocolate - the inventor of mocha should be sainted.
For us, on the contrary, the Lager is not a punishment; for us, no end is foreseen and the Lager is nothing but a manner of living assigned to us, without limits of time, in the bosom of the Germanic social organism.
The Germans are the most philosophic people in the world, and the greatest smokers: now I trace their philosophy to their smoking. Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.
I really like beer.Beer-- Joss Whedon
Six biscuits, crow, hydrant!
Gin and tonic," Christian says. "Hendricks if you have it or Bombay Sapphire. Cucumber with the Hendricks, lime with the Bombay.
Mongolian Fondue," I say. "Very authentic.
There had been no real coffee in Copenhagen since the beginning of the Nazi occupation. Not even any real tea. The mothers sipped at hot water flavored with herbs. "Annemarie,
Every morning just before breakfast I don't want no coffee or tea, just me and my good Buddy Wieser, that's all I ever need.
You from within our glasses, you lusty golden brew, whoever imbibes takes fire from you. The young and the old sing your praises. Here's to beer, here's to cheer, here's to beer.
Hamburgers! The corner-stone of any nutritious breakfast.
One time I had too many Heinekens and I googled myself and realized that that was a very, very bad combination.
Heinrich Heine so loosened the corsets of the German language that today every little salesman can fondle her breasts.
Red Bull is for pussies!
Six flights up I smelled it. Faint at first and then gradually stronger - the eye-watering stench of fermented sugar. I felt like I was walking into a distillery, and that clued me in as to who we were visiting. [...] I'm still waiting for some brave soul to start marketing Gremlin Piss Schnapps.
Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will - !
My one light American Spirit that I smoke once a week, on Saturday night.
Death before Decaf!
Health - what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down.
Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!
Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
God, I hate the Germans ...
For the first time , I am ashamed to be a German .
I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it - look at things and try new drinks?
Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.
Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either.
deja brew, the feeling that you have had this coffee before
Emil Fischer represents a symbol of Germany's greatness.
Japanese chase-away juice." And
You have to talk through the bratwurst from now on.
What I love is Mexican hot chocolate, like a spicy hot chocolate - adding cayenne pepper to the Hershey's cocoa and making a spicy-sweet treat.
We City Folk can pretend that we prefer the rotgut from Starcorps with skim milk and Splenda, but who are we kidding? Maxwell House with French vanilla corn syrup cannot be beat.
Francie loved the smell of coffee and the way it was hot. As she ate her bread and meat, she kept one hand curved about the cup enjoying its warmth. From time to time, she'd smell the bitter sweetness of it. That was better than drinking it. At the end of the meal, it went downt the sink.
Ah, there should be a young man, ein schone Junge carrying Blumen, a bouquet of roses. There should be cold Rhine wine and Strausswaltzes, and on the long way home kisses in the shadow of an archway, like a Cinderella.
I haven't had an alcoholic drink in 22 years, but when I did drink I'd go for either Canadian whisky or Budweiser. Sometimes both. For a long time I used to think "Hey you, get off the floor!" was my name.
Porter it was that fattened people in my own fami ly, and it would be a hard thing not to drink porter with every other decent man, and maybe stand fi l ling your pipe with your back to the counte r , and maybe talk of the time you were in j a i l in England
Beer is a gift from the goddesses, a soothing balm given our species to bring joy and comfort in compensation for the curse of self-awareness, the awful realization of our mortality
It's Fendi. French, Fendi, both start with an F ... I fell in love with it. Smells like grown-man cologne.
Don't you have something plain and wholesome, like scotch or bourbon?
Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven.
Champagne is the one thing that gives me zest when I am tired.
Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; nor the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?
I am writing Parsifal only for my wife - if I had to depend on the German spirit, I should have nothing more to say.
Bundesbahnangestelltenwitwe (a widow of a federal railway employee),
This is all thousands of years old. It's the same the world over. Anyone who has ever walked upright has loved beer, celebrated over it, told talks over it, hatched plots over it, courted over it. It's what we do as a species. It's what makes us human. We brew.
I like Kahlua and ice cream as a dessert.
Better start planning my wardrobe for the Luuurve trail. What do the Hamburgese wear?
Cowboy hats, I suppose.
Cheese was the staple. Bread you brought from home. The Schnaps came later. At the end of the week when people got paid, that's when you got your Schnaps, lots of it, five Pfennige a shot.
traditional British tea.
Gerri took the glass from her hand and readied to sip. "So what's this drink called?" She pressed her lips together, trying to stop herself from giggling. "Adios Motherfucker." Gerri's
deja brew, the feeling like you have had this coffee before
wine. Three cans of beer
Relax, don't worry, have a home brew.
Half-caf, double-tall, non fat, whole-milk foam, bone-dry, half-pump mocha, half sugar in the raw, double cup, no lid, capp - to go.
It is not "just beer," it is a noble and ancient beverage which, like wine, food and television advertising, can be extraordinarily good or unmercifully bad.
What's my favorite thing about Seattle? It's Ho Ho's Restaurant.
The mixture of German and American spirit in them produces a constant state of effervescence.
My people must drink beer.
How much disgruntled heaviness, lameness, dampness, how much beer is there in the German intelligence.
Champagne ... the wine of kings, the king of wines
Sweet potato fries
Days of Dutch courage, just three French letters, and a German sense of humour.
The still sowe eats up all the draffe.
I hate the taste of alcohol. When I'm drinking, I'm drinking Red Bull.
So popular is beer, the world's best-selling alcoholic drink, that it is often taken for granted. Yet scientific analysis shows that a glass of beer has within it as many aromas and flavors as fine wine. Not everyone understands this, but an increasing number of people do.
Orange flavoring and vodka. They
Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep; whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!
Elizabeth poured the brewskilicious foam over her aforementioned bodalicious huzza-huzzas and Wahwahzoozie." - Bats 2015