As with many things, the context in which you enjoy/consume a beer is very important. If it’s wet and horrible and you’ve just walked six miles to get to the pub, even an average pint of thick, rich British bitter is going to taste like the ambrosia of the gods. If it’s 35 degrees in the shade and you’re on a beach in Spain, something light and fizzy will go down a treat. Swap the situations and it’d be one stars all round.
This beer is a perfect case in point. Generally, the only reason I would have to drink Peroni is when I am in an Italian restaurant, where they serve nothing else. For that very reason, I normally hate the bloody stuff, it being a very average, very overpriced lager which doesn’t even suit the food I’m eating all that well, Italy being more famous for its wines than its beers.
Formerly brewed in Lombardy, Peroni has been made in Rome for 150 years, and is now owned by brewing mega-corp SABMiller. It’s pale lager, with a reasonable amount of fizz, slightly sweeter than Northern European lagers thanks to a quarter maize mixed in with the barley malt, not really my ideal beverage.
As I say, on any other day, I’d hate this lager. However, on this particular occasion I was sat on the terrace of the Royal Society in central London, on the warmest day of the year so far. My friend Alex had just finished the London marathon, and we had joined him to celebrate over a cheeky beer. In this context, it gets three stars. For Alex, after nearly four hours of running, I imagine it might have even sneaked a four!