Bottom of the Beer Barrel

As many of you know, I live in St. Louis.  Don’t feel for me, I may have lost the Rams, but I gained

from having to root for them.  Anyhoo, the other thing that people associate with St. Louis is beer.  We are the home of Budweiser, even though it’s been bought by InBev, they still manufacture their beer here.

So, with our regular Beer Barrel contributor sidelined, I thought I’d give our local MACROBREW a review.

That’s right, I’m going to review the beer that everyone in America says “Oh, if that’s all you have” when it’s offered.

Bud Light.

I started my journey with a swig from a cold, cold can.  It’s straight out of the crisper.  It tastes… watery.  You can tell, right away, that there is little substance to Bud Light.  It may be #UpForAnything but it definitely tastes like someone did something in it.

You see, even though there is very, VERY little flavor to be found in a can of Bud Light, what is there seems diluted.  Have you ever drank a watered down soda?  That’s the impression here.  It’s as if someone collected the water from a barge’s garbage collection hold, added dirt, then diluted it with more water.

It’s the hint of a taste of something awful.  As if you’re seeing the true horror that could have been unleashed upon you were it not for the gallons of water holding you back.  Much like an eldritch horror glimpsed in the corners of your cone of vision as you go mad, Bud Light hints at something…sinister going into your mouth.  An intrusion on your taste buds that screams “Let me out,” but instead must be forever caged in the mouth of madness from whence it hath sprung.

In other words, it’s not very good.  If someone offers it, ask for something else.