Labatt’s Blue = Overrated

Even a diligent supporter of Big Beer such as myself can be honest and call a spade a spade when need be.  Just because I support Macro Beer does not mean I like all Macro Beer.  Case in point, the Pride of America Jr. EERRRRRRRR Canada – Labatt’s Blue.

Here in Western NY, Labatt’s is big business and considered “good beer”.  I love the people who suck it down because it’s “imported”.  Yeah, from 75 miles away.  Listen, I don’t get hung up on “imported” or “Golden” or whatever labels people throw at beer – big or small.  When it comes to Labatt’s Blue or Blue Light it’s just nasty swamp flavored beer.  I mean while I have never had the desire to drink my own piss, I am pretty much convinced that if I ever did it would taste just like Labatt’s Blue.  I just don’t find anything redeeming about it’s so called quality.  And on top of that, why the hell is it “Blue”?  Last time I saw a Labatt’s being poured, it was rocking the same golden color its better tasting counterparts sport.  I’m sure Labatt’s employees Gord, Karl, Pepin and Roy all sat around one day and came up with the bright idea – “BLUE”!!!  Golden beer that is as blue as the sky.  Well done fellas.  Thanks for reinforcing the stereotypes us Americans have about baby brother. 

If you must ingest a Canadian beer, give Keith’s a shot or even Molson.  they may not be the best choices the Canucks have to offer, but they are head and shoulders above Labatt’s. 

*In all fairness, I will mention the one good Labatt’s Blue Light experience I have had.  A buddy and me took a roadie to Detroit several years ago for a Jim Rome Tour stop.  We got to the decaying metropolis that is Detroit and decided to check out a Tigers game that night.  The stadium was serving 32 oz. Blue and Blue Lights for $7.75.  That much beer for that price at a ball park is a fucking steal.  I ended up as intoxicated as I ever have been in public and had a blast at the game.  Plenty of hi-jinks ensued, but that’s a whole other blog.  Stay tuned to the Don for that one.  Either way, that was the one and only night that the Blue went down easy and tasted good.  It’s possible to have those moments, but don’t expect them!