A Good Beer Blog

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Have you read The Unbearable Nonsense of Craft Beer - A Rant in Nine Acts by Alan and Max yet? It's out on Kindle as well as Lulu.

Maureen Ogle said this about the book: "... immensely readable, sometimes slightly surreal rumination on beer in general and craft beer in particular. Funny, witty, but most important: Smart. The beer geeks will likely get all cranky about it, but Alan and Max are the masters of cranky..."

Ron Pattinson said: "I'm in a rather odd situation. Because I appear in the book. A fictional version of me. It's a weird feeling."


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chef 'em out -

UC (Utica Club), brings back memories. Used to buy it as a kid, sometimes $.88 a sixer.

blork -

I love that image of the old UC can. Do you remember those cans? They were so strong you could practically stand on one without denting it. These days, when you see someone crush a lightweight aluminum can with their hand it means nothing -- a baby could do it. But back in the day, if you could crumple a can like that it meant you had a fist like a jackhammer!

Alan -

I like the ram sticking its head out of the stein. The ram is the traditional symbol of bock.

Julia -

My mom is hoping they bring back Schultz and Dooley for commercials. I don't know if I'm spelling that right, but apparently the talking beer steins were quite a hoot.

Eric Becker -

Utica Club, Schiltz, PBR, Ballantine XXX, and Schaefer--on a hot summer day, you can't beat 'm. Just make sure that they're ice cold.

Steve Gates -

It was the summer of '79 when a highschool buddy and I purchased a 24 of Labatt's Grand Prix, this new and exciting entry into the Ontario beer market. We started to hit the beer hard in preparation for a combination Rush and Max Webster concert at the Memorial Centre in Kingston. To our astonishment and fledgling beer tastes this beer was horrible, we quickly nicknamed it Goat Piss for the prominent GP on the label. Bearing in mind we were cheesy highschoolers, we hammered the beer back anyways and promptly became enebriated enough to attend the concert which was played in the true 70's style...loud and nasty. Retro beer memories are always great and it usually has nothing to do with the brand, type or style of beer consumed.... it has everything to do with company you keep.