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+Rob Nesbit Beer drinker and all round annoyance. Likes drinking, football, cricket and having a good time.

Poker: How not to play!

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My two days spent playing internet poker

Chips, lovely chips

After watching Ronnie O Sullivan throw away one of the easiest Snooker World Championships (2014) ever to win, and with it some of the money I had bet on him (got him at evens with what I thought was a decent bet), I got so peed off that I said I will try online Poker, again. I tried it years ago when I had lots of free early morning time working evening shifts. I was never a great player but I did win the odd hundred here and there and was a few tables off a televised event.

Real life poker I have tried before much with the same results, not much wins, not a whole lot of losses. I tend to get kicked out of live poker as I am usually sloshed from all the free beer, and eventually always thrown out the front door!

To be honest I find Poker extremely boring, and in my opinion it isn’t even the best card game.

The card game 25, from Ireland, is a really good game, and Auction 15, a derivative of it, is my favourite game where one player can bid against a pack of players for cards.

Rules for 25> twenty-five

Anyway here is some of my observations and tips! Please don’t take it too seriously!

Avatar. I know it sounds silly but I always go for the avatar of a young woman. You would be amazed how it throws people off. The majority of poker players are men, and they do have this idea that woman can’t play the game, which is of course nonsense. But you would be surprised at how men get aggressive towards a female avatar, it’s funny actually. Sad bastards.

An ace hand

I always start with the very small pot games, less than a dollar or so, and always with sit and go’s. Small pots as it takes time to get warmed up. I think poker, like any other game, is a game you need to practice for a while to get going. If you go straight for the deep end with not much game time you will be eaten by the sharks pretty quickly. The more you play the better you will get. Even if you are not winning you are getting good game time and developing your game. Remember many top class poker players train online before real live tournaments, solely for the purpose of practice. It’s all about the practice.

Even with these small pot games, you would be amazed at how seriously people take them. People would fight for a long time to win 10 cents. And then the opposite not play for less than 10 cents. I always call at the start of a hand for anything less than 50 cents. Why the feck wouldn’t you? It’s such a small stake, that it’s worth the gamble to see some of the flop and its good game time.

It’s always tempting to go in when you think you should win. It doesn’t work like that. Nearly getting a run, but one out is still out. Wanting to win doesn’t mean you will win. So patience is required, bite the lip, and hit the competitors when you do get a good hand, a definite hand. Bide your time you will get that good hand soon! I am no good at bluffing with nothing. I nearly always go with at least something in my hand. Fair dues to real poker players that can bluff, that’s a skill I can’t do.

Nice

Know when to give up a hand, even if invested a lot. That’s gambling in general, the test to see if you can walk away from a loss. That’s where people get into trouble in gambling, chasing losses. I used to have a rule for the horses, if I couldn’t get a winner in three consecutive races, then out the door. Take a deep breath, remember there will be other days! Sometimes you can also be just plain unlucky, don’t kill yourself over it. You can have two sweet ace’s in your hand but if the other fella has three 2’s or whatever then so be it!

I also love going overtly aggressive if I have twice as much money left as any others at the table. I raise everything even if I have garbage. Even if you lose the odd hand you will shake it up, sometimes it gets the other players into a panic, keeps the game going, and get players pots reduced (even if you lose). Also you won’t be beaten by a bad hand, most players would rather hold onto their crappy pot if they have a useless hand. Drives me mad seeing someone sitting on a big pot fiddling their thumbs. I mean I don’t want to be all day playing online poker, hurry it up a bit!

Sometimes players bet exactly a hundred as a raise, or sometimes something weird like 32.45. Jesus don’t make it that obvious you have something! You might as well tell the other player you have a good hand! Only a matter of time when you catch these players out.

As for going for a double in a crowded table if required. I always go for it if I have at least a Jack or more. Of course in a two player game I’d nearly go in with anything half decent, within reason, ha!

Another obvious one is someone who bets big on fecking everything (the Chinese poker player?), they usually have rubbish, and are usually gone fairly lively from a game. In my local casino it’s always the Chinese that do this, in fact in any sports (horse/dogs) they always go for the favourite, maybe it’s because they haven’t good English. People hate playing this kind of player, as they are not really playing the game, or in fact gambling, but they don’t usually last. Get a decent hand, catch them out, and they are gone. Simples.

Waiting on the last card, don’t bother it won’t happen. Think of the numbers, what are the chances of you having that run with the very last card? Exactly!

So playing for two days constant not winning not losing. I had a nice run of 6 games unbeaten, but lost a few while distracted on the net, then I got bored, went over to the 21 table and lost all my money pretty quickly. Fuck that for a load of old wank, dodgy!

Reality

So what does all this show? Internet poker is fecking boring, and if you want to win you need to be on the virtual tables’ hour upon hour. I sincerely doubt many make a living from internet poker. I have heard a few fellas say they do but I don’t believe them. Gamblers always boast, will always hear about their wins, never their losses. Have you seen some of the guys on TV that rose from internet gambling? They invariably look geeky and sad, do they in all sincerity look like guys you could have a pint and a chat with? Granted they might be rich bastards but….. no!

In fact this says as much>

Is playing poker really profitable?

Nah, poker is a good game but the amount of hype that surrounds it is funny. It’s skillful but like any gambling game it’s also about luck. I am amazed at how there are so many webpages with insider tips and all. Feck off, it’s just like anything else, you get what you put in. If you want to sit on an internet poker table hours every day for the next few months I am sure you will do well, but could you be bothered?

Anyway football is my thing. Regards till then as I bin my poker face.

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Hanging out during the Revolution

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Please read a contribution from Matt Bowen, a friend from Canada, on his interesting first hand experience of the G20 protests in Toronto back in 2010

Hanging out during the Revolution

The summer of 2009 was notably nice, and I’m going to recall a particularly… interesting story for the readers of This Drinking Life.

At the time I was living with my mother in a small town called Roches Point. It is just under an hour’s drive from Toronto. The community is small, it is rural, and it is a great place to get drunk. For an example one particularly nice evening, I drank myself unconscious and woke up – surrounded by empties – on the front lawn sometime around noon. The town is so laid back, I don’t think anyone even noticed, or if they did, it didn’t bother them enough to say anything. It’s the sort of town where the main mode of transportation is a golf cart and the beverage of choice is beer.
At the time my 2 younger cousins were also staying at the Roches Point house, and between the 3 of us, we were known to polish off a few two-fours between us and get into some pretty heated political debates. (A two-four or “toofer”, is Canadian slang for a 24 bottle pack of beer)

The G-20 is the global meeting of the world’s 20 most successful criminal gangs, and it just happened that it was going down in Toronto. Being the anti-disestablishmentarians that we are, there was no way that we were going to miss it. And there was no way that we were going to go to sleep at 9pm the night before – well rested and ready for action – haha, no, so that night – myself in particular – got completely smashed. We stayed up well into the night, plotting and scheming about how we were going to bring down the capitalist system single-handedly, and raise the heads of bankers and politicians on stakes etc.
The next morning we staggered to the car and drove to the city. My head was throbbing, my whole body ached and I was exhausted, but undeterred. I knew something good was going to happen there.

After arriving, we joined the main protest at Queens Park and it wasn’t looking that great. It was raining a bit, overcast and I wasn’t really in the mood. At the Park were mostly state and private union’s and student political groups; everyone from Marxists and Maoists to Social Democrats and Taoists were milling about getting ready for the march. We were looking for the anarchists though, the ‘black bloc’ as they call it, that is where the fun is.

After around noon the march started, a lot of hootin’ n’ hollerin’, singing and banners; basically a parade. We walked all over searching for the black bloc and we were this close to leaving when finally we saw them. It was as if they just materialized in our midst. The Black Bloc! Now it is going to get interesting.

We marched all the way from Queen’s park to the “security fence” that was erected to protect the bankers and politicians from the hoi polloi. A few union reps blasted messages of appeasement towards protesters through loudspeakers. “Go back to Queens Park and stand around chatting for the rest of the day and then go home!” they pleaded.
It was quite clear that most of the protesters were having none of that. We all wanted to send a message to the scum, and nearly everyone was looking at the Black Bloc for leadership. Soon enough a flare was lit. The black flag was raised. (The tension was palpable) And with a roar a crowd of about 200 people – all dressed in black, faces covered in balaclavas and handkerchiefs, fists raised into the air – charged down Queen Street. The first target was a police car. It was quickly swarmed and was fully engulfed in flames in a matter of minutes.

Behind the 200 or so Black Bloc ran the rest of the crowd. Some of them devising impromptu face masks and joining the fray, others standing back and watching. The mob of unruly protesters made it to another blockade for the G-20. We rallied at the corner of King and Front, basking in the glow of several burning police cars, the sheer inertia of the Black Bloc forced the police to retreat. “Smashy smashy” Vandals hammered bank windows, spray painted A’s and ACAB’s on walls. There was a bit of confusion as the mob slowly ground to a halt. I thought we were going to try and storm the meeting, but instead the group travelled East towards Yonge St (the main commercial boulevard in Toronto) and smashed nearly every window along the way, shouting out anti-capitalist slogans and denunciations along the way.

The scene was of utter chaos. The outnumbered police just moved out of the way, let us pass and wreak havoc. Circling back around towards Queens Park, we passed Toronto Police Headquarters along the way. Rocks were thrown, chairs, bricks, anti-fascist slurs. The police could do nothing but watch and mentioning that they looked pissed off would be the understatement of the year. There was even talk of storming police HQ and burning it to the ground, but the crowd was not brave enough. Though like Ice Cube, I’m down for whatever.
So we all made our way back to Queens Park, destroying more police vehicles as we walked. The mood was jubilant, we were fearless, and at that moment we truly owned the streets. But something curious happened as we made it back to the park. The black bloc, our destructive spiritual leaders were disappearing into the crowd, shedding their clothing in human circles to block out the eyes of the police. It took a few moments for the rest of the crowd to notice, but the Black Bloc was gone.

After the BB left we figured out why. The police were quickly surrounding the rest of the people remaining in the park. They were enraged and wanted blood. After being peppered sprayed and shot with tear gas rounds my cousins and I decided to leave. It seemed like there was going to be a prolonged stand-off, and we were hungry. We managed to slip out of the dragnet and went for some great hangover food: Korean barbeque. It ‘cures what ails ya’ as Kim IL Jong was fond of saying.

After restoring our vital organs with food and drink we went back to the park. To our surprise, aside from the occasional angry police or dirty hippie wandering around, the park was empty. As we were surveying the debris and remnants of the post-modern police siege we were confronted by 3 muscle head police with tazers who were looking for a reason to use them. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, NOW!” they barked. We took off and headed back to Queen Street.

We met a large crowd milling around a Starbucks that was being looted. We arrived just as a verbal confrontation started between a gang of yuppies on a 2nd story balcony overlooking the coffee shop and the masked vandals below. “This is our neighbourhood! Get out of here you horrible people!!” they shouted. “Fuck your fascist coffee shop Yuppie scum! Come down here if you dare!!” they retorted. My cousins and I stood around in amusement, laughing at the events unfolding in front of us.

Along with the darkness and shadows that the setting sun brought came the riot police with their batons and shields. Fuelled by doughnuts and anger, they set upon the rioters at once. The sound of smashing glass and laughter was soon replaced with screams and the hollow thud of steel bars hitting skulls. The crowd dispersed and the police chased us into the night.

Being faster than the police we soon outran them. We spent the next hour wandering the streets of Toronto, dodging angry police and meeting other lost souls. “To the barricades!” was the cry, and with that we were off.

To be continued..

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Happy St George’s Day

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Happy St George’s Day

Red Rose of England

According to the think tank British Future English people are “too nervous” to celebrate St George’s day.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/10386386/English-too-nervous-to-celebrate-St-Georges-Day.html

Really! What a load of old horse manure. Wonder how many people they asked, and where?

The English can be the most jingoistic of nations when they want to be. Maybe if they redid this poll during the World Cup they might get a different reaction. Researchers and pollsters only get the results they want to get. Statistics and damn statistics.

The study showed that most people could remember the national day of the USA and Ireland over St George’s Day, England’s national day. Well of course they would, England doesn’t celebrate its national day in the same manner. It’s not even a public holiday, despite the fact that St. George has been the patron saint of England since the 15th century.

English

British Future, a body specifying in identity and integration which carried out the study, says the results show that many English people are too “nervous” to celebrate St George’s Day. Many people are worried that national symbols like the St George’s Cross flag may be viewed as racist, and that celebration of the national saint’s day could upset ethnic minority groups. What is racist, I ask you, in having a day to show your love for one’s country?

So Thisdrinkinglife have decided to do a write up on St George’s Day as we strongly think that English people should have this day as a national holiday and a day to fall in love with their country again. Sure crass overt nationalism, like the muppet’s in the EDL and BNP, do take the fun out of celebrating English culture, so let’s ignore them. But I would recommend a good English breakfast to start off the day, listening to Madness (insert your fav great British band from a list of hundreds) on a loop, have a few real English ales, go to a football game (Skrill conference south have a few games on), have a gamble on a few nags in the National Hunt, and don’t forget to wear your red rose, and have your flag of a St George’s cross: all these activities might awaken something inside you.

St George was also known for Charity, Courage and Chivalry. Perhaps bring your partner out for a nice meal (Roast Beef and Yorkshire Pudding?), donate to the Help For Heroes charity, and do not be afraid to shout out “Yes, I am English and proud”, but in a nice way least you get arrested!

Dragon

One could also attend a public St. George’s Day celebration. Unfortunately the massive parade in West Bromwich was yesterday, but In Wolverhampton, the city’s mayor Councillor is holding a food-themed celebration on April 23 to raise cash for charities. He will be hosting a patriotic event in the Mayoral Suite to celebrate all things English. But you could try and see what, if anything, is happening in your local area. There must be something!

15,000 attended the event in West Bromwich which goes to show that there is definitely an appetite for a St George’s day civic event if done correctly. The WB parade has been going for 17 years and is funded privately from donations from the community. With no help from the local council!

http://www.expressandstar.com/news/2014/04/21/15000-on-streets-for-st-georges-day/

Must also remember that the 23^rd April is William Shakespeare’s birthday. In his play Henry V, Shakespeare famously summons the Saint.

(Act III, Scene I): Prior to the battle of Agincourt:

“I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'”

Of utmost important, contact your MP to make (next) St. George’s Day a national holiday and ask why England’s national day is not a bank holiday.

But anyway let’s have a look at the history behind St George’s Day

Who was the real St. George? And why on the 23^rd of April is he celebrated as the patron saint of England?

St George, born in and around the year 280 in what is now Turkey, was a brave Roman soldier who rose quickly through the ranks of the army, eventually becoming a personal sentinel to the Emperor Diocletian. He protested against the Romans’ torture of Christians, was executed for being a Christian on April 23, 303, and is buried in the town of Lod in Israel. The anniversary of his death is seen as England’s national day.

The popularity of St George in England comes from the time of the early Crusades when it is said that the Normans saw him in a vision and were victorious. Richard the Lionheart and his knights brought the colours, imagery, and tales of St George with them from the land of the Crusades back to England.

England isn’t the only country that celebrates Saint George’s Day. Countries that celebrate St George’s Day include Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Canada, Croatia, Cyprus, Georgia, Greece, Macedonia, Romania, Malta, and Serbia. Cities include Genoa in Italy, Beirut in Lebanon, Catalonia, Valencia, and Majorca in Spain, and many others.

Why the dragon?

St George’s Day

One of the best-known stories about Saint George focuses mainly on the legend of Saint George on a horse as a knight carrying a shield or banner with a red cross, slaying a dragon to save a princess.

According to legend, the only well in the town of Silene was guarded by a dragon. To get water, the citizens of the town had to offer a human sacrifice every day to the dragon. On the day that St George was visiting, a princess was to be sacrificed. George took on the dragon, killing it, saving the princess and gave the people of Silene unlimited access to water. The residents of the small town, showing immense gratitude, immediately converted to Christianity.

You can believe in dragons all you want, but to this day St George is known throughout the world as the dragon-slaying patron saint of England.

Why the flag and the St George cross?

St George's Day A celebration of Englisness

City of London

The most widely recognized symbol of St George’s Day is his red and white cross, often displayed as a flag. It is the flag of England, and part of the British flag. Its origins in English folklore are from the time of the Crusades. St George’s emblem was adopted by English knights who used St George’s cross as part of their uniform, during the crusades in the 1100s and 1200s. The Knights considered the colours very lucky. Richard the Lion Heart brought the emblem to England in the 12th century. It has been the official flag of England for centuries. Go to any major sporting occasion and you will see England fans proudly wave the flag of St George as they cheer on their country. It is also has a prominent place on the arms of the City of London and the flags of the city of Barcelona, Spain, and Genoa in Italy.

No Parades and celebration?

From the 15th century, St George’s Day used to be a national holiday in England, and was celebrated as widely as Christmas. The tradition of celebration St George’s day had waned by the end of the 18th century after the union of England and Scotland. In recent years the popularity of St. George’s Day appears to be increasing gradually. Organisations such as English Heritage and the Royal Society of Saint have been encouraging celebrations. Since elected Mayor of London, Boris Johnson continually encourages the celebration of St. George’s Day. And every year now there is a celebration in Trafalgar square and within other areas of London.

http://www.visitlondon.com/things-to-do/event/8726328-feast-of-st-george-in-trafalgar-square

To further celebrate St George’s Day please take time to read our piece on that great Englishman, Winston Churchill

Winston Churchill

http://thisdrinkinglife.com/hell-raiser-3-winston-churchill/

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Cider – A Beginners Guide

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Rikki Hammond, in the excellent blog The Cider Drinker, has written for us a great beginners guide to cider. This is a good introduction to the exciting world of cider drinking. Rikki writes regularly on all cider related news, and reviews, on video, all the best ciders, and some of the not so good, so I STRONGLY recommend you check out his website

The Cider Drinker Homepage> http://theciderdrinker.moonfruit.com

Rikki’s video reviews> https://www.youtube.com/user/Dormin87

Cider – A Beginners Guide

All the lovely apples

Picture the scenario. You’ve popped to your local shop/off-license/pub to peruse what variety of alcohol they have on offer. You’ve been a beer drinker for most of your life, and decide that tonight’s the night you pop your cider cherry. You view the drinks on offer, and decide to go for the most eye-catching and cheapest one they have on offer.

After your purchase, you head back home/to your table, crack open the can or bottle and take your first sip of fermented apple juice……….and are promptly overwhelmed by a hideous taste that makes you almost gag, forcing you to tip the rest of the contents down the sink or palm it off to a mate.

That was my first experience with cider! Now, ten years down the line, my taste buds have developed, and to all you people who have had this same experience with cider, I say to you, give cider another chance!

Of course, everyone’s tastes are different, but most people have only tried the cheap, mass-produced ciders available, and probably think this is what all ciders taste like. This is most definitely not the case. So, where do you start looking for better tasting drinks? The answer, is right in the very shop or pub you bought your first cider from.

Different types of cider

There are literally hundreds, if not thousands of different apple varieties out there, and with this comes the ability to make a lot of different tasting drinks. But first off, we need to know the different types of ciders out there, these are as follows:

Cider

‘White’ Ciders – The absolute bottom of the barrel, coming in at 6-10% ABV, no colour and usually smells and tastes of chemicals, perfect if you don’t care about taste and want to get wasted quickly, as they are usually dirt cheap

Mass-Marketed Ciders – The next step up, not naming any names, but you know the ones I mean. Usually 4-5% ABV, quite a pissy colour, and rather bland tastes in the mouth. Still cheap, although some companies try to rip you off big time, and probably the biggest type of cider people have tried.

Vintage Ciders – If you see the ‘V’ word on a bottle, it quite often means that the cider has been left to age (most likely in oak barrels,) and gives it a much deeper colour and stronger taste. Vintages usually come in between 7-8% ABV

Farmhouse/Scrumpy – Now we’re getting in to the big boys. A whole variety of tastes and colours are present in these ciders, and are almost always cloudy in appearance, due to the cider being unfiltered. This also means, you will probably get natural sediment in your bottle too. Again, these can range anywhere from 6-8% ABV normally.

‘Real’ Cider – The top end of the cider chain. Unfiltered, no artificial stuff added in, and no sugars. Just 100% pure apple juice left to ferment of it’s own natural causes, and almost always still not sparkling. The range of tastes and colours here are phenomenal, and the ABV can be anywhere from 3 to 8%.

Of course, this is just the tip of the iceberg (or ciderberg if you will,) as we can also get in to apple wines, apple brandies, pommeau, ice ciders and more, but we’ll stick with the basics for now.

With VS From

One thing I have noticed from drinking a lot of cider, is the wording on the bottle can plays a big part in whether the drink is going to be good or not, and it all comes down to two words, with and from.

The process involved

If you spot ‘with’ plastered all over the bottle or can, this could mean that the drink has been made with apples, but also a lot of other crap thrown in too. All the company has to do is add one apple to the drink, then the rest can be concentrated apple juice, imported from another country, and they can still label it as cider, because it’s made ‘WITH’ that one apple.

If you see ‘from’ however, it’s usually accompanied with ‘100% apples’ or something similar. This, more often than not, means you’re getting the real deal, with no nasty additives thrown in, and makes for a much better tasting experience.

Other buzz-words to watch out for are ‘premium’, ‘refreshing’, ‘clean’ and ‘crisp’, as these usually indicate that the drink is going to be NONE of them, those words are merely there to whet your taste-buds, and to make you buy the drink, and then you will most likely be wholly disappointed with the end product.

The Next Step

Ok, so you’ve tried your hand at a few different ciders off the shop shelves, and have decided to have a pop at ‘real’ ciders. But where do you even begin? That’s where ale and cider festivals come in to play. More often than not, they will have a vast array of drinks on offer at very reasonable prices too. Find out where your nearest festival is held, and book a day to go and visit it with a couple of your mates, and let the adventure begin.

The festivals I’ve been to come in two flavours. Sometimes you will be given a beer card, which equates to £10, and you’re free to fill the card up with whatever drinks you want (you can even go back for a second one if you want,) or you simply walk in to the festival, and pay for the drinks as you normally would in a bar. Either way, you’re gonna get through a lot of drinks while you’re there. But which ciders to try?

Cider drinking

The best bet is to ask the guys behind the bar on their recommendations, and have an idea as to whether you’d prefer a sweet or dry tasting cider. The bar staff almost always allow you to have a little taster of a drink if you’re interested in it, and if you like it, they’ll fill up your glass from there. As you try out the ciders, you’ll find out for yourself which ones you do and don’t like, and can use this knowledge for when you take a trip to your next festival, because believe me, once you’ve been once, you’ll want to go again and again.

If you can’t afford to go to your local festival, have a look online to find out if any pubs are offering ‘real’ ciders, and try them there. You might end up paying a little more for them, but the end result will still be the same.

So as you can see, there’s more to cider than meets the eye. Once you’ve tasted a real cider for the first time, you’ll begin to wonder what you ever saw in those mass-marketed ciders in the first place, but the only way you’ll find out, is to go out there and expand your taste-buds!

Don’t forget to check out Rikki’s blog for all your cider related inquiries

http://theciderdrinker.moonfruit.com

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A drinker’s dictionary

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A drinker’s dictionary

A Drinker’s Dictionary: How to Order Beer in Different Languages

When traveling abroad, one of the simplest yet essential skills is knowing how to order a beer. Whether you’re in a bustling German beer hall, a cozy Spanish tavern, or an Irish pub, you want to blend in and avoid the awkwardness of struggling with the local language. Fortunately, technology has provided us with a handy solution. Some bright sparks have invented the world’s first beer-ordering app, designed to translate the word “beer” into 59 different languages, and is now here to save you from those embarrassing moments at the bar.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2344354/Worlds-beer-ordering-app-translates-beer-59-different-languages.html

Not to be outdone, we at ThisDrinkingLife have created “A Drinker’s Dictionary“ for popular destinations, including Germany, China, Japan, South Korea, and many more. Whether you’re in Spain, France, Italy, or even Ireland, you’ll be able to order a cold one without hesitation. Just don’t forget—Google Translate might give you a hand, but don’t rely on it in tricky situations!

Why It Matters

Having a beer abroad is a cultural experience. Being able to ask for it correctly can make you feel more connected to the locals. In our dictionary, you’ll find key phrases for ordering beer in countries like Germany (“Bier”), Spain (“Cerveza”), France (“Bière”), and even Ireland (“Beoir”).

A cut out and keep guide to better drinking abroad.