peroniTo think, this beer survived a voyage across the Atlantic, across this great continent of ours, only to end up in my supermarket, to be tasted by me, whose reaction was… “yup, it’s beer.” Considering the distance it traveled, it sure tastes an awful lot like Rolling Rock. I wonder if I have fallen for the mystique of a beer imported from Italy, which happens to be Italy’s equivalent of Schlitz. Or Rolling Rock. I admit to putting imported beers on a bit of a pedastel, giving them a handicap because you look so Continental when you drink one. “Yes, Yves”, I would say, holding my Peroni in a frosted mug imported from Switzerland, “I do find Andorra to be a bit of a delight this time of year. So, how should I say, Andorra-ble! Har har har har!” Then Yves would slap me with a can of Schlitz. Yes, for all I know, Peroni’s is my own personal equivalent of Christopher Lambert, the star of “Highlander”, so well beloved in America, and yet considered annoying in his home country of France. See — I’m already becoming insufferable after drinking this beer, I’m starting to quote obscure facts about Europe. Somebody take this beer from me before I spend a quarter at the University of Hamburg studying Goethe…All in all, though, not a bad beer. Decent to drink, a little skunky from its trip overseas, but I’d Goethe get more from the store anytime…