As Elle Hunt
has already mentioned, the pint is an unwieldy and indulgent size, guaranteeing a warm beer by the time you’re finished and at least two stumbles on your way home. But I am not here to talk about the failings of a pint, I am here to speak of the glory of the 425ml glass.
Aesthetically it’s perfect. A schooner in the hand has the same feeling as Indiana Jones putting on his hat. You are at last complete. You understand the purpose of hands. An evil friend once, upon becoming a father, remarked that with a baby in one hand and a schooner in the other, he felt as if he could rule the world. Such is the feeling of psychological completeness that comes with this perfect glass. Not to mention that, practically speaking, this fit is also very useful in times when grip strength is paramount while reaction time might be a little waning, for some reason.