In case you hadn’t seen the videos or are completely blind, you can see that I also eat while I drink. The pairing is obvious: alcohol (in general) makes you hungry, and beer especially so. I’ve never subscribed to the notion that beer is too filling to have with food–I think it’s a cruel, nonsensical (read: bullshit) conspiracy against real beer makers by the light macro factories and wine industries–and learning how (and especially when) to pair beer with meals can make you a culinary genius.
This isn’t to say that beer can be paired with EVERYTHING. This goes for any clash of flavors: lemon vs. chocolate, mint vs. orange, or the especially vexing philistine choice of red wine vs. nachos (or nearly any Mexican cuisine, for that matter).
Great chefs have adhered to wine pairings due to two distinct factors: tradition and ease (due mostly to tradition). It is up to you, therefore, to make a conscious decision to first drink beer with your finer foods, and develop your palate to the point where you can order intelligently without being a snob.
The (loose) rules are fairly simple:
1. Just about any beer goes with (real) breakfast. Test me. Have eggs benedict with Guinness if you want to test this idea. Fake breakfasts include shit like this:
Look, if you like this kind of sugar-laden garbage, I’ll suggest that real beer isn’t really for you. The only cereal that lends itself to beer-drinking is Grape Nuts, and you don’t want Grape-Nut-Beer-Shits; while you may think your little book of matches can knock down the disgusting aroma, you’re wrong. Real breakfasts usually hold something fried, salty, meaty–ALL beer friendly traits.
2. Keep it light at lunch unless you *want* to have an ass the size of a ferry boat.
Most unsuccessful drinkers knock themselves completely out of the game by ordering some belgian, opaque, wake-granddad-from-the-dead stout which not only makes their turkey sandwich meaningless, it also plows straight through their face before drinking time actually starts. Have some dignity, man up and have a pilsener, you over-enthusiastic moron.
3. Dinner is a warm-up, dessert is *supposed* to be bite-sized.
You need to have some room to enjoy your beer instead of pissing your face off. Nobody likes to see you close the bar and leave a steamy trail of vomit on your way out the door and into the middle of the street, so do everybody a favor: drink like you are trying to close the bar, leave two hours early, and finish your debauch at your house. Barfing on your stupid Bob Marley poster isn’t going to piss me off. Cutting loose on my table brings out my inner Sam Elliott.