Busch Beer

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

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

Kind of smells like beer. Look is an awfully pale yellow. A really foul taste that doesn’t go down nearly as smoothly as it should. I remember Busch Light being drinkable. This, not so much.

Nasty piss water. Classic college beer with nothing to offer but a headache.

Wow this beer is a clear example why american beer has a horrible reputation. watery, nasty, no body or distinct qualities. not to mention, a horrible hangover

Watery? Yes? Thin? You betcha! Lacking flavor? Hell, probably! But this is cheap and drinkable for partys or on a hot sunny day when you don’t want something heavy. And apparently it now comes with a big fish on the box! Doesn’t get much better than that!! (ok, I know it does, just trying to stay positive) I actually drink this one when I go to my relatives in the country and don’t find anything wrong with it. It is what it is.

This is an example of standard American beer. Clear and lacking body and flavor, it is easy to drink and a favorite of the masses, but not for the more educated beer fans.

need i say more. more of the mighty giants waterd down slap in the face of america fight for your right to drink real beer

Epiphanies are neither predictable nor common, but punctuate our lives at just the right frequency to keep things interesting. Busch Beer appeared rather harmless but shocked my palate with the realization that rating bad beer is not necessarily an easy endeavor. My logic in doing so may be as grainy as the liquid, with adjunct thoughts of potential irrelevance. Corny, I realize, but the vegetal slurry has a dull numbing effect, white rice for my soul that could use a few rehydrated carrot squares, a chunk of egg, or some leftover wok grease. Cold as a mountain stream, indeed, Busch Beer forgives not the palate. Smooth as its name, Busch chokes on a pretzel and falls off a scooter. The least a beer like this could do is enhance a buzz, but there’s no empathy here, only slackened anger that grows like the stack of cans on my computer desk.

ok................................................ wouldn’t feed this to my dog.