A fellow I knew, a veteran of Navy Seabees, told me of how his squad (? term) took care of a problem of a fellow who would come rushing in from field exercises, grab a beer before everyone else, and greedily gulp it down. So they refrigerated a bottle of whiz one day, and you can guess the rest.
I think it was one of the Monty Python guys who said that drinking American beer was like making love in a canoe. It’s f*cking close to water. My own beer of choice is from the local, and non-union, Boulevard Brewing. I highly recommend them if you’re able to get them. Wheat, pale ale, Pilsner, Tank-7, love them all. And Monday is that magical day when Boulevard Chocolate Ale hits the stores.