Not sure who all that is directed at, but I for one, don't feel I have "bashed" anyone. If you feel I have, point it out to me and I will edit/delete it.
Still the cheapest rot gut money can buy. I remember when I was younger, I would never leave any beer in my glass or in the can. I would drink the last drop. PBR was the one exception. I actually couldn't actually swallow more than half and even that took some serious doing.
I was the basher and Johnny was the bashee. I will now redouble my efforts to be civil which is something I actually believe in and don't know how I got out of control.
I loved PBR as a youngster in the Midwest..but the options were Storz or Hamms or Bud.....not the toughest competition
In my case, seething hatred is an understatement. I feel more than that for a person I regard as both a traitor and a scoundrel. No, no, it's not you, I place high value in Sly's opinions about others and he places high value on you. Nope, you'll never guess who I'm talking about and his initials are D.T. Sr.
I use to like lucky way back when they brewed some in Vancouver back in the early 70s. I also use to hate Oly but grew to love it. And I use to hate Blitz but learned to love that. All those beers disappeared and I was left with Bud but then they got bought out by a European company and ruined it. Now, I have to drink, Kirin, Dos Equis, Tsing Tao, Moretti, Guiness stout, St. Pauli Girl or Pilsner Urquel. There are a few others including two German dark beers that I love and Terminator and Maltnomah stouts that I enjoy that are made locally. I don't care for IPAs because I'm not crazy about a lot of hops.
I recall when I first moved to Ga, I was 15, and soon embarked on my drinking orientation...my first time, I drank 3 Colt 45 "tall boys" and was drunk out of my mind and as I was puking I made the first of many promises to god that if he'd let me live, I'd never drink again. Obviously, I never kept my promise but at the time in my neck of the woods, if you didn't drink "PBR" you were considered to be a wuss...but hell, back then we drank whatever we could scrounge.
I'll tell you a beer that I could buy cheap at the convenience store, and I actually liked it; Hamm's. And oh, anyone remember "Sterling" beer?...the one in the "wide mouth bottles"?...felt so weird drinking out of them....and Miller "Ponies"?
Funny thing is I used to be an alcoholic pretty bad, and now I hardly ever drink, and I never drink beer. I was into Chocolate Vodka, could down a bottle a night (sometimes more), back about 9-10 years ago... Now when I drink it's like just my wife and me having a glass of wine.
I suspect that like most recent BMWs it transforms into a money pit the minute it is out of warranty.
I was in Florida in 1967 visiting a friend going to school in Tampa. Went out with two guys in his dorm for a fun night. One of them drove the other two of us to a building after dark. We drove to a parking lot in the back and lo and behold there was a beer vending machine. It was outdoors and stationed so people could drive up to it, stick in a quarter and a can of beer would pop out. Not exactly an enlightened part of the country. We bought several cans of beer of an unknown brand, but we were 19 and didn't care what brand, it was a beverage with alcohol in it. We got drunk and drove to the beach. Walked around barefoot in the warm Gulf water. When we tired of that we drove off to look for trouble. A Police officer stopped us and asked us if we had been drinking, we were laughing so hard that he started laughing. Then I asked him if he wanted us to walk the white line in the middle of the street. He laughingly said yes and we tried and failed. He told us to drive home very carefully and not go anywhere else. We drove straight back to the dorm very carefully and didn't go anywhere else. Nowadays we'd be spending the night in the clinker and facing a judge soon thereafter. Our driver would have been fined heavily hand had a drunk driving conviction on his record. It was a really different time. Oh, and we were all White. Something similar happened to me in Portland when I was 18. The officer asked me to follow him to my house on the way home from a drunken party. I did exactly what he asked me to do. Today, I'd be in jail with a record and out a pretty chunk of change.
Those little Hamm's mini kegs were pretty cool but would have rather had a different beer. Back in those days my choice of beer was Heidelberg with the little keg bottles. Pretty good beer for a cheap price. My roommate and I went down to northern California in Red Bluff for a drag boat race and then spent a week at Lake Shasta and we convinced the Californians that Heidelberg was an exclusive high end beer similar to Heineken
