Blech. Even writing about Old Milwaukee conjures up visions of pit-fires down at “The Quarry” back in high-school.
(Oh, Iris - come back to me, my darling…)
It’s funny: I’m a big-fan of cheapo beer when the mood hits, but Old Milwaukee just turns my stomach. Maybe it’s that I’ve been weaned on the skunked taste of Natty Ice, but I find absolutely no reason to throw back one of these bogus brews.
Ah, the taste: Old Milwaukee tastes like month-old Budweiser and year-old corn flakes. Nice, right? Yeah…it’s not so nice when you attempt to down one while stone-cold sober. As a pre-game beer it’s just plain bad - after a few forced swigs I wanted to go home, curl up with a good book and quit drinking altogether.
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