Busch Beer
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Since I’ve been of legal age to do so, I’ve been in the habit of drinking a Busch beer on St. Patrick’s Day. Busch beer may seem like a strange choice for St. Patrick’s Day; and I’ll agree — in too many ways, it is.
Busch was the first beer I ever drank. I was 7, and I asked my dad for some of his beer. He had chicken on the grill and a can of Busch in a cozy, but he left me to mind the the grill while he went into the house. When he came out, he was carrying a juice glass.
He poured me some of his beer. It was a hot summer day in northern Florida, and while the beer wasn’t warm, it certainly wasn’t cold.
If you want to ensure your child hates beer, make sure his or her first taste is of luke Busch.
I didn’t spit the beer out — some right of passage that would have been! — but it was truly my final interest in beer for many years. In fact, I didn’t pick up another beer until I was in my early twenties.
Busch is a “nearly” beer. Nearly clear, nearly tasteless, and nearly undrinkable if not ice cold. When it warms up, it goes from “nearly tasteless” to “nearly dog spit”. And that’s being generous. But still, I drink at least one can or bottle of Busch every year on March 17th.
On St. Patrick’s Day about 15 years ago, my dad died. Busch had long been his beer of choice, a preference which I’m sure had much more to do with price than quality, and some years back on St. Pat’s I toasted his life with a can of Busch. That single can of beer grew into a kind of tradition.
So no matter how weak and yeasty this fizzy, yellow beer tastes; and no matter how many terrible reviews you’ll find online; I’m quite certain this article is the only place where you can find Busch described as bittersweet.
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2 Comments
March 17th, 2009 at 11:04 pm
Sláinte my friend!
March 18th, 2009 at 11:41 am
Awesome post, Andy. Cheers!