Two pints of beer. The first doesn't mess about. Flavours dance on the tongue, a real explosion of summeriness that grabs you immediately by the balls and lifts you above the humdrum. And the bitterness bites, but in a nice way.
The second is perfectly balanced. And has perfect manners. It doesn't scream and shout to get attention. As it glides over the taste buds, it whispers politely, as a reminder (should you need it), that it’s good. Very good.
Some of my job entails me to write. But I don't write about beer. If I did, I'm sure I would devote more words to the first. A stunning beer, one that makes a big impression. A headline grabber.
But here comes the poser. What if I find myself subconsciously drinking a couple of pints of the second beer while I actually write the piece? Which of the two is now the better pint?