What better drink to enjoy when you and yours snuggle on the couch to watch some good old-fashioned queeran burning this Saturday? PBR, of course! A beer that reminds us that good things can come from Real America. Whether you think it tastes like pee or you actually enjoy it, here's (almost) everywhere you can go in DC to guzzle this semi-precious liquid:
Remember it used to come in that green glass grenade with the tip top? A friend of mine said "I'd like to see the president of the company that makes this open a bottle without spilling it." He was right - couldn't be done. Worst packaging ever!
Mabel! "Black Label!" Carling's Black Label Beer.
Here's to Blatz (I'm from Milwaukee, and I ought to know), Stroh's (Fire Brewed at 2000 degress), Wiediman's (did I spell that correctly? Probably not), and the best of the old crew because they sponsored so many Reds games - Burger!
PBR? Pour it back into the horse.
Only good thing about living in Athens OH, $1.50 PBR every bar, every day.
Remember it used to come in that green glass grenade with the tip top? A friend of mine said "I'd like to see the president of the company that makes this open a bottle without spilling it." He was right - couldn't be done. Worst packaging ever!
Mabel! "Black Label!" Carling's Black Label Beer.
Here's to Blatz (I'm from Milwaukee, and I ought to know), Stroh's (Fire Brewed at 2000 degress), Wiediman's (did I spell that correctly? Probably not), and the best of the old crew because they sponsored so many Reds games - Burger!