Bud Light

Brewed by Anheuser-Busch InBev
Style: Pale Lager
St. Louis, Missouri USA

Serve in Dimpled mug, English pint, Lager glass, Shaker

16 oz can. Very pale, taste was corn and water. Commercial was right, it’s very drinkable. But, then again, so is Kool Aid. Little or nothing else to say, it’s just so readily available I ought to rate it for the sake of completeness.

Bottle. Half finger head on top of a pale yellow body. Smells of absolutely nothing. Tastes of grass and tang of metal. A refreshing beer when nothing else is available on a hot summer day. However, in terms of the qualities that make a good beer, this has as much substance as water.

The difference is drinkability? I might point out that the rotting effluvia from a septic tank is drinkable, too. Doesn’t mean I want to drink it. Doesn’t mean you should. Look, even in cheap beers there are better options. Move past the man-commercial macho crap and drink something better -- which shouldn’t be too hard.

Bottle. Light color with almost no head. Waterly. Corn. Very limited body and finish.

this beer is very drinkable although it kind of resembles urine. Bud light is the smoothest/cheap beer especially for beer pong!

Clear light yellow water burbles and bubbles beneath a small white head which flees the scene quicker than snot. From start to finish, an unnaturally large amount of carbonated bubbles stream from the bottom of my glass to the surface. A desperate escape? I can tell you one thing; it has nothing to do with quality of flavor. Lifting my glass, I brave the bubbly bursts of excessive carbonation to discover a nose of faint corn esters. The carbonation fizzles and burbles, almost painfully so, but I brave the continuous onslaught to dredge up further esters of lemon-lime, wonderbread, and forlorn sweet grains. No further exploration is going to unearth any exciting discoveries, so I drink deep from her bubbly well to discover…wait for it…a very bubbly mouthfeel. Each point of carbonation bursts painfully atop my tastebuds, scouring my tongue in a most unpleasant fashion. Sweetness is mixed in with the bubbly assault somehow; an artificial syrupy sweetness which smacks of bottom-shelf bar syrup while soft chewy wonderbread offers what meat it can to the body. Wet grains with lemon-lime esters whimper in the background while hard seltzer-water hits the back of my throat. Hops? Paf! Who needs them. Flavor? Paf! Who needs it. Drinkability? I assure you most definitely not. I’m not sure who, what, when, why, and where this abomination could ever be considered Beer, but somehow money talks and the suckers listen. Now, if someone could direct me to the kitchen sink and consequently, the fridge, I have some real beer drinking to do.

It may be beating the same bush over and over again, but when said bush still remains time and time again, it’s kind of asking for it. Budweiser wasn’t much to write home about, but Bud Light…there’d have to be something worthy there to write about for it to garner any more of my time and consideration.

You know what? This is not nearly as bad as I remember. Much more everything that I remember from colour, body, and flavour. I wouldnt go as far as to say its "good" but maybe "not bad". Problem being both nose and flavour are fleeting. Its crisp of course. I cant say that Im hating this at all. NOTE: its 3:41am and Ive put down 1 bottle of chardonnay and 1 bomber of Rogue Northwestern Ale prior to this rating. This was a last resort to keep it going.

UPDATED: NOV 16, 2010 if only this guy were triple hops brewed, I’m sure that’s where they fell off the wagon.