Caffrey's

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Any fans?

I love getting one on the rare occasions I find a pub/bar that has it on tap, but those places are getting increasingly rare here in the UK

I find it deliciously smooth and refreshing, although it does give me a headache after a couple of pints, so I have to ration it when I stumble across a place that does it

Other beers are available
 
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Sorry Mikey not a fan.

Any beer that is advertised as 'Smooth' will be pasteurised and ice cold= not suitable for a bitter or porter ale.

As you say, it gives you a headache after a couple of pints, which is not a good sign.

We do have a good beer thread on here somewhere, with lot's of fantastic real ales that GOT hipsters have sampled on their travels. Afraid that this one would not make it mate.
 


I remember it bursting into the scene in the mid 90s around about the time I went to the Brecon Jazz Festival with a bunch of welsh ladies I knew from work. They claimed that, from experience, it turned your excretia green and wouldn't touch it.

I'd had two pints of this stuff before the girl with a bottle of vodka that stuck out either end of her hold-all arrived on a bus.

The rest if that day was a blur involving absolutely no jazz, Red Indians, screaming, ending up in the wrong tent twice, red wine, whisky, mysteriously disappearing middle of the night vomit, and the most vile, unrelenting, unforgiving hangover I've ever experienced.

Oh and how did that pile of chewed chips end up by the boot of your car? I've no idea.
 
I remember it bursting into the scene in the mid 90s around about the time I went to the Brecon Jazz Festival with a bunch of welsh ladies I knew from work. They claimed that, from experience, it turned your excretia green and wouldn't touch it.

I'd had two pints of this stuff before the girl with a bottle of vodka that stuck out either end of her hold-all arrived on a bus.

The rest if that day was a blur involving absolutely no jazz, Red Indians, screaming, ending up in the wrong tent twice, red wine, whisky, mysteriously disappearing middle of the night vomit, and the most vile, unrelenting, unforgiving hangover I've ever experienced.

Oh and how did that pile of chewed chips end up by the boot of your car? I've no idea.

I had a proper session on it once at a birthday bash in a hotel, as it was the only thing they sold that resembled bitter.

A full 24 hrs in bed the following day with Caffreys poisoning put me off it for life.
 

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