Singha. Stupid commercial pale lager from Thailand. Yet another weird editors’ choice, but who am I to judge? I only follow. It’s pale and clear and golden, with a crisp malty aroma and that generic bitterness that no real beer lover cares about – a thirst quencher.
But then I swallowed and there it was, not hidden underneath the fizz: that long fresh malty taste that indicates recently-brewed beer. It was fun.
Singha is beer #141 I Must Try Before I Die. I drank it at my father-in-law’s birthday lunch. Happy birthday, Father Agent!