I had drunk Guinness before in bars stateside but the taste of those two half pints in Dublin was something revelatory. I told my friend it was like drinking an eight-course meal, not because it was filling but because of the complexity of the flavors. The Guinness we drank with Yvonne on that blustery day tasted the same. Rich, deep, dark, joyful, melancholic, comforting; a flawless liquid fermented in history and myth.
