Miller – High Life
Once again I have decided to resurrect my forgotten blog of neglect. I'll spare you the apologies and empty promises of past posts and get right into it...
I thought long and hard about my selection for said blog resurrection and concluded that this was an occasion of celebration and rejoicing. And 'what is the obligatory drink of celebration' I asked myself, to which I promptly replied 'champagne of course!'. Since this is a beer blog, why not review the "Champagne of Beers"? And this is how it comes to pass that I am sitting at my computer at 2:30 on a Monday afternoon, defiling myself with Miller High Life.
I often wonder what leads to the popularity of beers such as this... does one find themselves at a particular drinking establishment and think; I wish there were some way I could drink my own piss in public and not be shunned by society? I mean honestly, does anyone actually enjoy the flavor of this stuff? I can't for the life of me think of a good reason people might drink it. Kudos to the marketing department over at Miller, they're obviously worth every penny!
So when one actually takes the time to examine the flavor of this "champagne of beers", I can't help but think it tastes like a skunked Pabst. I've experimented a little (very little) with home brewing, and I think if I created something that tasted like this, I would conclude that I forgot to sterilize something before fermenting, possibly spilled some detergent into the mix, or maybe the fermenting keg just wasn't sealed properly... either way I'd call it a wash and dump it all. But I guess when you've got a few thousand kegs of the stuff and a great marketing department you can actually get people to pay for your mistakes. So if you've got fewer than 15 teeth, 85 cents and a cousin to cuddle up with, then flip on some nascar and grab yourself some High Life! Which, by the way, scores a 1 on my sliding scale of arbitrary judgement.