I went to the University of Cincinnati in the 60s and remember all that rot gut Hudelpohl, Schoenling, Burger and Wiedemanns well. Didn’t like any of them but then again I was drinking mostly that 3.2 swill. A small bar near where I was living got a case of Milwaukee’s Schlitz in from a sales distributor. The owner did not know what to do with it since his customers wouldn’t touch it. I convinced him that I would help him drink it at a steep discount. I managed to drink all 24 in a couple of weeks. [:)]
Despite what I said, the best beer I ever had was in Cincinnati. I was on one of my early dates with my future wife of 39 years now at the Lakewood Bar between the main campus and the medical complex on Jefferson. I believe it is long gone. I forgot my wallet and only had 15 cents in my pocket. The waitress spotted me 10 cents and brought us one tap beer and an extra glass.
In high school my favorite was Black Label. OK, OK, back then we really didn’t drink that much other than a rare sneak of Dad’s stash, but it was fun to say, "Off the table Mabel, the quarter’s for the Label." :::why do such stupid things stick in your memories?:::
Here in Minnesota I spread my tastes around Summit, Schell’s, and Leinenkugels. I also foray into Guinness and Boddington’s from the islands and Bell’s brands from Kalamazoo, MI. I have also brewed my own. I don’t touch lite beers, Miller or Bud.