Labatt Lite

Brewed by Labatt Breweries (InBev)
Style: Pale Lager
London, Canada

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

bottle. weak pale light lager. Was great when I was in university but it appears we have grown apart.

Vaguely sweet grainy aroma. Clear sickly yellow-golden body with very little head that disappears completely. Light sweet flavour is bland but inoffensive. Thin, light bodied and strongly carbonated. Bottle. Entered from notes.

Not much to say about this one. My father-in-law serves this. It is quite bland and doesn’t taste like much. However, I like to have a beer with my food, and this was the only thing available.

Bottle shared with GregClow, tupalev and jerc -- courtesy of GregClow. Pours a light yellow with a practically non-existant white head -- just like piss! A very light aroma of malt and nothing else. Flavour is a typical watery, bland macro lager. I dare anyone to do a blind taste-test between this and Blue Light and tell me there’s a difference.

Bottle shared with blankboy, tupalev & jerc. I grabbed this from my Dad’s stash while visiting my folks in PEI last week. Pale gold colour. Aroma is minimal, with some cider & white wine notes. Body is crisp. Flavour is light, but you can definately taste some malt sweetness off the top, and a wisp of bitterness in the finish. For a macro light beer, this isn’t bad at all.

Courtesy of Greg from the East, supposedly different than Blue Light. Pale yellow, ho head after typical unnatural macro fizzy start. Slightly crisp taste, actually a slight hint of bitterness in there as well. I actually found it slightly refreshing as well. But there is a reason I am using the word slight. This is watery and bland, but not offensive. Jerc, did it really deserve such an eloquent wordy review?

Oh how you have eluded me oh ye of the macro regional distribution. I have coveted thee for some time and though lo - thy image adorns my shanty in cap form I have not tasted of thy waters. I seeked thee out in the land of Bureaucracy but I was rebuked. Forlorn and without hope I abandoned thee in favour of the gods of Taste and Locality, though you remained in my home in the visage of your cap-form idolatry. Many years passed and one of my cohort travelled to the lands in which you roam, and he captured you, the great image of the beast which roams the frozen tundra and ice.<P> I tasted thee, poured from the bottle and I saw that you were faintly yellow, and wan, as if tired from the journey. A small sliver of white crests your head aluding to the furry beauty of your image, but it does not last. Your presence is not belied by smell, as only the faintest aroma escapes the glass. Perhaps this is to enable you to better hide you from your prey beneath the ice? I taste of thy liquids and amd confused that it is diluted and watery. I surmise that this is an homage to your frolicking amongst the icebergs and other water based trials and I am pleased with this discovery. Thin bodied, it has clearly been a poor winter for hunting. Damn you global warming! Damn I say!

Definately a starter beer. The only people who could possibly like this are kids, but they’ll take whatever they can get. Unimpressive.