Posted on 12/18/2021 12:45:21 PM PST by mylife
We generally don’t like to get too negative here. It gives us wrinkles. But when a reliable beer rating site makes a well-informed, style-adjusted list of the worst beers in the world, we’re gonna tune in. Maybe share some of the list. Impartially. Mostly impartially.
Before you call snobbery — OK, it was a poor choice to wear a monocle today — we have to insist we’re not craft beer snobs. (We like complaining about craft beer, too!) Seriously, all beer has its place somewhere in our lives, often at certain fiscally insolvent junctures where an affordable 30-pack is actually a social lifeline. We’re not denying these beers have a place in our hearts, nor trying to suggest that if you don’t buy $15 six-packs of single-hopped Imperial IPA you must hate yourself.
We just like that the beers on this list have a heavy verbal emphasis on greatness, that a lot of the worst beers are self-identified “best,” “premium,” “genuine,” and “ultra.” It reminds us of those moments of urgent personal insecurity. You know the ones, usually preceded by flop sweat or a wardrobe malfunction, and you’re staring into a mirror saying things like “Who’s the champ? You’re the champ!” and “Everything’s gonna be just fine.” Possibly while crying. The desperation psych-up speech. That’s what these beer names are.
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Just one word... Blatz!
Terrible name OK beer.
Schlitz was also a terrible name but a good beer till they reformulated it in the 70’s and effed it up.
It’s back in the original formula and worth drinking
Disagree on Miller 64, it tastes just fine for a low alcohol content beer and much better than any style Budweiser. Edison beer should be on that list, if it hasnt gone belly up yet.
Stegmaier
No fruit flavored beers. I prefer IPAs and stouts. A Guinness is fine. Aldis carries a near copy called McGuires. Most non IPAs/stouts have very little taste. They’re drinkable but they’re nearly water like. Let’s move on to bourbons, vodkas and rums.
Back in 68, I was a Camp Counselor at an Exclusive Summer Camp in Vermont, Young Phillip Pabst was one of my campers. Nice quiet kid no problems parents gave all the the Male Counselors over 18 a case of Blue Ribbon when Camp was over. ‘‘Twas Good stuff then.
Quite frankly, I miss the days of regional brewery’s.
Miller, Bud and Coors have destroyed some fine brands.
Back when IPA grapefruit, or whatever its official name is, came out I happened to get a promotional free one from the sporting event I was at. I thought, huh, great, propbaly tast similar to my favorite Blue Moon. Nope. I was overwhelmed whith the grapefruit. I mean, wowser. Never had one since.
EKU Pilsner in Germany is about the worst tasting beer I’ve ever had.
Efis Pilsen
5.56mm
Warm Iron City Light.
I had the experience of first discovering beer, as a beverage, in Bavaria. (Teetotaler first 33 years, no particular reason.) Wonderful stuff, delicious, satisfying.
Then I came back to the USA.
OMG the “beer” here is horrible.
IC is good cold
The reviewer has not had enough truly bad beer to make such a list.
Worst of all time:
#1 Break Beer. Sold in 1986 at the Stokes General Store in Front Royal, Virginia for $2.99/case to despaerate college students. It was a ripoff that tasted like dishwater. One earnest student forced himself to drink a six pack for the buzz . . . it wasn’t even good for that. The remainder of the four cases purchased wound up in the Shenandoah River.
#2 Koch’s Holiday Beer. Sold in 1984 at Lincoln Licquors on S. 53rd Street in Chicago. 99 cents per six pack. Utterly flat, sweet syrupy taste. Undrinkable.
#3 Schmidt’s: Still available in Philadelphia. Bitter, little beer flavor. Makes you throw up after two. Two levels below Old Milwaukee and Black Label (baseline cheap beers).
Who do you sell it to? My husband has a 6 pack out in his man cave/barn.
I liked Schmidt’s
I enjoy a beer occasionally. My older brother Bob won’t. When he was about 12 yrs old, Dad told him to hitch up the team of Bay work horses, Prince & Queen to harrow a field for corn planting. While bent over behind Queen connecting the traces, Queen needed to urinate, and did, down over Bob’s head, running down over his face, some in his mouth, etc. He dried himself off as best he could and harrowed the field. One evening weeks later, our live-in hired man Walter took Bob with him and drove down to a tavern in the village, sat Bob up at the bar beside him and bought him a soda. When Walter poured his own beer into a glass he left one swig in the bottle, handed it over and said, “Here Bobby, drink this.” Bob took a little swig and spit it back into the bottle. Bob is now 88 years old, and still swears that the beer tasted exactly like Queen’s piss!
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