At age 19 in College. A pitcher of something yellow and bitter and nasty at the local C/W bar and pool hall.

I have never found a beer I can actually enjoy, except once. A Pizza place in Boise had Lowenbrau Dark on tap. My buddy and I killed a pitcher with a pizza that night after bucking hay bales all day.

That was good beer, but soon became unobtainium in USA.

I can almost swallow Amber Boch, but it is still a bit bitter.


People who choose to brew up their own storms bitch loudest about the rain.