Even though I am not a big drinker, I have a perverse fascination with alcoholics and heavy drinkers and really enjoy their company at my local fraternal organization.
Now if I have to down a beer, I tend to like crafted beers or Smithwicks, the national beer of Ireland. Sierra Nevada and Samuel Adams aren't too bad, either. Usually I get a hard look from the professionals if I order one of these.
What I find fascinating, and the point of this rant, is that all the hardcore beer drinkers I know drink what to my taste are the shittiest tasting american beers. Primarily Coors and Bud actually, with the accompanying light.
Now I have been canvassing my test subjects as to the reason for this, even offering to buy them frosty mugs of expensive draft beer and they just won't have it. I asked a person I will call Joe, a friend who can easily put away a case or two, the reason for his choosing weak, diluted, american piss flavored beer and received the following answer:
Don't take my word for this - find your favorite beer drinker and offer to buy them a nice draft of Guinness or Boddington's and watch them wince. I would be interested in your collective thoughts on the subject.
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Brew 102 Used to be brewed in downtown LA. As kids we joked 1 0 2stands for one out of two who drink it are alcoholics.
i used to like a beer out of LA called Eastside; doubt if it's made anymore; i used to buy it at the corner liquor store, when i lived up there, because it was the cheapest; didn't taste half bad either...now that i'm livin' in paradise, however (Fallbrook), Taurino is my brewski of choice, straight outta El Salvador and sellin' for a mere 7.99 for an 18-pak at good ole Fresh and Easy, or as my friend Ellie likes to call it, F'n E; it's a good light lager that goes down real smooth when lightly chilled and poured into a tall thin glass; do not make the cardinal sin of drinking beer ice cold, or straight out of the can, it needs to build up a head; it's the equal of Corona and at half the price....the proprietor of this blog tells me i have been missed, which is nice to hear; i wasn't sure if anyone cared too much about what i had to say; perhaps some still don't; asi es la vida; i'm going under my old moniker of "grumpy" once again; for a while i switched to "angelino", in honor of my birthplace, but you can't go home again; no direction home...by the way, Robert, there is a micro-brewery festival on tap at the Pechanga Casino this coming Saturday afternoon, if you wanna sample more of those designer suds...salud, amigos...
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Of course you have a fascination with alcholics. Look at who raised you. Don (and mom to a much lesser extent) were seldom sober.
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