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ydpl8s

Trad climber

Santa Monica, California

Aug 16, 2013 - 12:13pm PT

Had most of those mentioned above, back in my dirtbag days (you never know, those days could be in my future...but for the grace of dog:-), but I'm still gonna stick with these babys, do you want quality or do you want quantity?

mstearns

climber

Aug 16, 2013 - 01:19pm PT

Didn't stop me, but it wasn't good.

stevep

Boulder climber

Salt Lake, UT

Aug 16, 2013 - 02:14pm PT

Any beer sold in Utaaahhhhr.
Still only 3.2%

Poor devils still have to make a run to Evanston to get Real Beer just as we had to Back In The Bad Ole Days. And then make the 90 miles back in the middle of the night without the driver drinking any of the good stuff?
yeah….get real.
At least it's all freeway now

High Traverse

Ehh. Most of the 3.2 microbrews in Utah from Wasatch, Squatters, Uinta, Bohemian, etc are much better than the swill people are mentioning here. And then there is EPic, which doesn't make any 3.2 beer, including various 10%ABV+ imperial styles and has won various awards.
We're not quite as much a beer backwater as we used to be.

The worst beer I think I've had is Cave Creek Chili beer.

msiddens

Trad climber

Aug 16, 2013 - 02:20pm PT

Bud Light Lime. Sorry Munge

Off White

climber

Tenino, WA

Aug 16, 2013 - 04:10pm PT

Damn, at one party or another I think I've had 18 of those 25 beers to avoid.

I've got a special beef with Coors Light though, as some fool drinks it on his commute home and my property is one of the areas he cleans out the car before he gets home, I accumulate at least a six of empties a week. Once in awhile he seems determined to reform his ways, and in what I imagine can only be revulsion he lobs a bag of cans that still contain one or two full Coors Light tallboys. I don't care, it all goes in the recycle bin when I clean up.

To apprehend the varmint I think I need to spend a few evenings sitting in a low lawn chair near the road with a wrist rocket and a bag of marbles, but sadly, or perhaps providentially, life is to busy these days for that kind of entertainment.

Elcapinyoazz

Social climber

Joshua Tree

Aug 16, 2013 - 05:34pm PT

Leaving malt liquor and flavored concoctions off the list...

Blatz.

Hands down, THE worst beer I've ever tried to drink. And I've tried many hundreds.

BASE104

Social climber

An Oil Field

Aug 16, 2013 - 07:11pm PT

When Walt, Duane, and I spent our summer in Chamonix, we constantly worked at finding the highest alcohol per dollar. This first consisted of cheaper wine, all the way down to the big tank at the grocery store where you could fill up any container for about a buck per liter. The dollar was insanely strong back then, interest rates and inflation were sky high in the states during around the end of Reagan's first term. That meant that at 10 francs per dollar, you could live high on the hog for 3 bucks per day.

We had all walked by the local butcher shop, which was cool because it had hanging legs of all manner of hoofed animals, and not chilled, either. I guess you went in there and just pointed to that horse hind quarter and he buzz sawed it off for you.

They had this beer there in the window...the only beverage sold there. I now know that it was Chimay, the Belgian Trappist Ale, which has been brewed for centuries by opening vats of wort and letting whatever wild yeast that fell from the sky ferment the ale. It is vile and despicable, and even found in the states now.

We found that only two of the suckers would bring even us close to vomit status. It was officially the Olde English of Europe. You can find it at a good liquor store, and I think that it still has a real cork similar to a champagne bottle.

I have some blisteringly funny Walt show accounts from that summer, but the Chimay sent him off into another universe even by Walt standards.

Walt and I would fill up old plastic one liter mild jugs with the vile cheap wine from the grocery store tank and take it with us. I remember him getting super torched and shocked a bunch of Poles or other eastern Euro's. This was before the iron curtain fell, and Walt would tell them the craziest stuff about democracy to twist their heads. I had to kind of hide, lest fists fly. I rescued him from a couple of good ass beatings that summer...

Chimay. It tastes like somebody boiled stinky old running shoes and dirty socks, but it was so strong that I anoint it the LSD of the alcohol clan.