"*gulp* And it's tasty, too!"
Growing up outside Philly, Dad always had a case of Schmidts in bottles, procured from the local “beer distributor”. That was in the days when the only place you could buy beer was a tavern (2 six pack limit), or a distributor.
We used to go to the Jersey shore, and Ocean City was a dry town. But across the bay was Somers Point, and a very popular dive bar called The Anchorage. In the day, it was 7 beers for a dollar, served all at once in tall glasses that held about 8 oz. each. It was an art form to carry them all at once away from the bar. I think it was Piels Real Draft ~ horrible stuff, even when fresh and on tap.
Now I am partial to stouts and porters in the cooler months, or a crisp Pilsner in the summer. Current favorite is Captain Jack, from the (local) Olde Mecklenburg Brewery.
"*gulp* And it's tasty, too!"