There's not a teeming drinking culture in Taiwan. That's probably a healthy thing. Sure, you can go to 7-11 and pick up a couple of tallboys of Taiwan Gold, but there were times we wanted a slug of something a bit more stiff. We found some good bars on the island, but it took dedicated footwork.
Here we are back in old Montany. The food's not worth a damn, but one thing Montana does well is bars. Maybe it's a response to austere spaces, wind, long winter nights, sparsely populated streets, black carpets of piney forest. Having some difficulty recalibrating after our island voyage, we walked over to the local last night to drown our sorrows. Ordered a PBR to try and approximate a Taiwan Beer. Not even close. But our corner pub was a cheerful beacon in the night.