Full of vitamins, antioxidants and at least 2 of your 5 a day in a pint/500ml bottle of a decent ale BaggieBob
My excuse for having at least couple-a-day anyway
If I miss out on one of the 5, a glass of red should top up the rest.
Lager is mostly piss, wind and excess sugar and no discernible flavour - especially if brewed here - and it puts weight on ya.
Typically wind, a bit less sugar and something that maybe tickles your tonsils if made in certain parts of Europe, especially Germany (many small brewery lagers not far off or better than our ales for flavour to be fair other than hey are full of CO2) and Czech/Slovak/Polska/Spain to some extent.
Belgians just get carried away with either making stuff so strong it tastes like it's nearly all sugar because the yeast dies before it's all fermented or they make it from every bloody fruit known to man. Hops you stupid bastards, hops are the only fruit you need in an ale. Raspberries, strawberries, grapefruit, lemons, blueberries, gooseberries and whatever else you harvest from the hedgerows no more need to be in wines than they need to be in beer. Stick 'em in a pie where they belong. Give it a rest you dozy pillocks and brew some proper ales.
The rest of Europe should stick to making wine, especially France and Italy as you are generally pisspoor at making anything resembling beer or lager with any reasonable ability to tickle your tonsils. Slightly better than some Yankee piss but they set a really low bar.
Don't get me started on that mass produced American witch-piss stuff that is best used as slug bait either. Small brewery Yankee IPA's and the like I'll drink all day - until I'm bloated (like a Trump blimp) and ...... sorry, it will be too much information on the after effects - parp, parp, toot, toot. I whistle a happy tune.
Nay ol' luv, give me a good old pint of hand-pumped real ale that tickles me tonsils on it's way to tickling me brain cells and I'm as happy as a pig in sh!t. Some bostin ales to be 'ad in the Black Cuntrey bain thay ower kid?
Just don't ever, ever, ever, ever, no, nay never no more, ever try to convince me that anything Greene King brew can tickle me tonsils - I do have standards y'naw. Those hens can't even lay proper eggs let alone that piss poor sh1t they claim to be an IPA. They think IPA means Ipswich Piss Artist, which pretty sums up who they brew it for. A lightweight flatlander that doesn't travel too far from his tractor. Their piss wouldn't make it to India on Concorde and be fit to drink let alone 6 months on a sailing boat then 3 months on the arse of a donkey.
Passionate about me beers me. Bored with staying in - can you tell?
Rant over.