I used to love beer when my father poured some out into a frosty glass, and left the lounge room for a moment. I would toddle over and sip some. Ahhhh, the deliciousness of its forbidden taste...
... but I'm no longer four years old and I am old enough to order beer myself. I found out that I don't... really... like it. I can take or leave it, but if I have to drink beer, it's got to be German.