If Carling is the king of cold, fizzy lagers, then John Smith’s is the warm, fuzzy blanket of British ale. This is the beer your grandad probably drank—and still does. It’s a nitro-smooth bitter that pours with that iconic creamy head, and it’s everywhere up north.
Now, a little confession: I used to think John Smith’s tasted like “beery milk.” But after a few pints at a working men’s club in Yorkshire? I was converted. It’s the kind of drink that pairs perfectly with a pie and a moan about the weather. Respect the Smith’s.
