Lord Chesterfield Ale

Lord Chesterfield Ale
Yuengling & Son Brewery
Pottsvile, Pennsylvania

I'd always see this beer in the cooler in Nashville and think of the Bukowski poem which mentions the great Lord of the pooped wig:

I pulled out my last 20 and with an old man's
virile abandon ordered
4 drinks.

both girls smiled and pulled their dresses
higher, if possible.

who's your friend? they asked.

this is Lord Chesterfield, I told
them.

pleased to meetcha, they
said.

hello, bitches, he answered.

And that's what I say to you tonight friends: hello bitches. While poetry and beer are mainly effeminate crafts these days the power and majesty of each will not be lost on its critics or contemporaries. While Bukowski was a not very good poet he was certainly a great one because of what he did to the craft: destroyed it by opening it to every idiot who wants to write, drink and be a scalawag in the process. Well allow this idiot a few words about beer, specifically this one: a macro ale amalgamation with a tipped over hopbucket. Pale as piss and on par with an astringent that neither knocks back your appetite or quells your thirst. Yuengling makes a few mid-grade winners but this isn't one of them. Drinkable but not very thirst quenching.

-Wörtwurst