pivo

Remember boys—I’m telling you these games are getting livelier and more exciting as time goes on and also remember the more members that stay at home the more pivo and sandwiches we attending members have—not only that but all the fun we are having at the same time, is that something to miss—NO NO NO NO —but if you boys want to stay at home, remember the woe is all yours. […] We can honestly say this meeting was worth while attending, pulenty^([sic]) of pivo and eats of all kinds.

1946, The North American Union News: Official Organ North American Union Life Assurance Society, volumes 50–54, page 19 and unknown page

The guys had a case of American Beer from the Pittsburgh brewing company and some Russian pivo (beer – tasted like Pilsner Urquell).

1991 December 21, Paul M. Cole, “Palm Trees in Moscow”, in POW/MIA Accounting, volume I (Searching for America’s Missing Servicemen in the Soviet Union), Singapore: Palgrave Macmillan, published 2018, →ISBN, chapter 6 (To Moscow via Stockholm and Helsinki), page 268

But I’m out of coffee, down to three pieces of bread and one pair of shoes that were pillows on the train from Brussels to Belgrade when I didn’t speak the language of the veteran without an arm, we smoked slavic cigarettes and drank pivo and he showed me how to take clothes apart and turn them into a bed.

2001, Bob Hicok, “Three Poems”, in Poetry Northwest, volumes 42–43, Seattle, Wash.: Patrician Press, →ISSN, →OCLC, page 22

We had a very emotional experience of Czech culture, viewing some of the best that the country had to offer in terms of its art and architecture at Prague, Karlstein and Krivoclat Castles, listening to the music of Smetana as performed by the Czechoslovak String Quartet in Liblice’s grand salon, and drinking pivo (pilsner beer) and slivovitz (plum brandy) in local restaurants where at one point we shared an unforgettable moment with a group of students in a highly risky (to them) rendition of “When the Saints Go Marching In”.

2001, John F. Sieckhaus, “The Journey Begins”, in Inching Toward Heaven’s Door: A Would-Be Alchemist’s Journey of Faith, Remembrance and Healing, [Bloomington, Ind.]: Xlibris, →ISBN, book I (An Adventure in Healing), pages 31–32

For a while I sat in a chair behind him drinking some local pivo, pretending not to read what he had written. […] I looked over at Max, the romantic retard, who just rolled his eyes, finished off his pivo, and left to get us another. […] Everyone from the town was down at the restaurant/everything else, sitting outside at tables and smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee or wine or pivo or slivovice, while the children ran around the docks jumping from boat to boat to boat playing tag. […] I tasted the wine coming out, the margherita pizza with the egg in the middle, the pivo from the ferry ride over.

2004, Eric Obenauf, Can You Hear Me Screaming?, [Columbus, Oh.]: Two Dollar Radio Publishing, →ISBN, pages 124, 129, 134, and 136