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Growing up in Canada, I was taught to make fun of American beer; it was supposed to be watery and bland.
I've lived in America since the late 90s, and I've enjoyed many micro-brews and shunned the crap mainstream stuff. American beer *is* good, if it's from a micro.
But on a hot muggy August evening, while I was enjoying grilled meat, someone handed me an ice-cold PBR. It was a revelation.
You know how they always talk about food and wine pairings? Well, on that disgustingly hot muggy evening with the the sweetness of BBQ sauce and the char of grilled food, PBR was a revelation. I understood the appeal of crap watery American lager. It was as natural a summer and grilled-food beer as Guinness is a winter and stew beer.
I've since tried Bud, and, well, let's just say I'll still only use it for bread-making and not drinking. But PBR is somehow a cut above. Maybe not real beer, but it has a place. It's the better Bud.
