it's not even about desperation, I mean I like beer, but 2 hour old pints with brown heads in a plastic cup hold zero appeal to me. Or if we were English and drank warm, stale, slops then maybe
I want to see a pint of guinness settling on the counter in front of me, and take that first little sip that I know I shouldn't take because it's not settled yet, then leave it for another minute and have a proper slug out of it. and then sit back and relax........
I can see the appeal of that, believe me. hell I'm getting a thirst just typing it
I assume the Irish thing of getting the thing you're not really able/supposed to get adds a certain flavour?