A jeremiad against the standard pint of beer.
Alas, any aesthetic ale-drinking allure was forsaken in the 1960s when the “nonik” glass, with its swelling beneath the rim, was introduced. Designed for the landlord rather than the drinker, the (no nick) glass didn’t chip like its predecessors, was cheap, sturdy, stacked well and was easy to clean. The problem is it demoralises the drinking experience. Regardless of what Michael Caine claims in Get Carter a straight “thin glass” is an archaic imbibing instrument, a moribund weapon of mass consumption that shows little love for the liquid inside.
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The pint really is an absurd amount of liquid when you think about it. That the only other drink sold in pints is milk says it all. Lovingly crafted beer shouldn’t be classified as a commodity like semi-skimmed – it’s a quality artisan product deserving of reverence equal to wine and spirits.
