Ah, spring, when a young man's fancy turns to ... beer.
Can you blame him? Winter may have seen us curling up with hot toddys and warming red vinos, but now the beer gardens are creaking open their retractable roofs and bars are unveiling outdoor patios, luring us in with delectably frothy quaffs.
It is, in short, beer weather.
That said, it's a rough time to pay $4 or even $8 for preposterously priced pints (for which we can thank the enormous boom in craft ales and extreme brews).
So although this writer owns up to being a microbrew aficionado, nothing warms the cockles of her cheapskate little heart like the memory of a 40-ounce Pabst Blue Ribbon on ice in a champagne bucket at Portland, Ore.'s divey Delta Café. In 1996, it cost next to nothing, and now PBR is my favorite "bad" beer.
Other suds snobs also own up to a soft spot for the cheap stuff: Gourmet.com beer expert Josh Bernstein has been seen at parties clutching a 24-ounce, 99-cent can of the Silver Bullet (since he's a Slashfood pal, we would know) and the Oregonian brew guru John Foyston has been known to partake of an ice-cold Bud on a steamy July afternoon (though he qualifies, "I would never drink malt liquor!")
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