Milwaukee's Best
Miller Brewing Co.

 

 

Nope. Not the best and not Premium.

I guarantee you i can get better beer in Milwaukee elsewhere.

 

 

 

 

 

Cheap beer and not good.

This was our lowest common denominator beer. I somehow successfully encouraged friends to drink this abysmal swill. It was saving us nickles for sure vs Bud, and got the job done. The hangovers from stuff like this and are thankfully a thing of youth, pollution only a youthful body could withstand!

I miss this plain but very drinkable lager. One of Miller's cheaper offerings but it was crisp, clean and consistent in taste. Similar to Genesee, it tasted of barley malt, corn and water but it was refreshing. Molsen Coors did an injustice by retiring the best of the three products. The light version is "ok" but lacks of flavor. The ice version tastes of fusel alcohol and was only kept around because it gave a quicker buzz. Honestly, Hamm's, Milwaukee's Best Premium & Banquet are the best of Molsen Coor's offerings. High Life has an off putting indescribable nasty vegetable oil flavor that is only indicative of their main cheap lager. Hopefully Molsen Coor's will see the mistake that was made and bring back this staple American college and household beer.

 

Not that bad for an everyday cheap pale lager . Drinkable , which beast ice of course is not and I don't do any lite beers . The problem with this shit is you don't see it everywhere and it's usually not the cheapest . I can usually get old mill or mill lowlife for less.

 

Purchased as a single 12oz can from Marathon for $.99. Poured into a pils glass.

L - Yellow and clear with a minimal bright-white head that goes away not less than five seconds after the pour.
S - Wet hay, mildew-strewn corn flakes, and metal; the latter I'll blame on the can.
T - Musky corn and mineral, but that's about it.
F - Light-bodied, but not in the way of a light beer. Very thin. Medium carbonation. Surprisingly easy to drink.
O - If this is Milwaukee's best, they should probably stop making beer. I feel ripped off paying less than a dollar for it. I won't buy this again, and I highly recommend avoiding it.

 

This beer pours a slightly darker shade of yellow, deeper than most beers for this style. Transparent and bubbly, head does not last long after the pour. Smell is of grain, barley... the adjunct smell not as noticeable as I would assume. The taste similar to the smell, body was light to medium, very pleasant in comparison to many other adjunct lagers in this style. This beer does not deserve the low ratings that it gets IMO - just because it’s cheap does not mean it’s bad. On the contrary, I’d go so far as to say this is one of the best in the style. My go to for a value beer is High Life, but Milwaukee’s best premium has a little bit more character and less of the cooked vegetable taste that High Life typically comes with. It’s an outstanding product for the style, and a great beer overall.

 

 

My dad used to tell me things like “I’m proud of you son” and “I love you.” It was late Summer 1982, on the eve of my 9th birthday, that I came out to him. As a Beast, that is. He tombstoned me into the dumpster of the Hardee’s we’d been squatting behind. That’s the last time I spoke to my father before a tic-tac-toe accident cut his life tragically short.

It wasn’t all bad, growing up without a dad. For one, I could drink my Milwaukee’s Best without risk of castigation. His absence forced my mom out of the competitive wombat pit-fighting world and back into something a little more suited to raising kids. Good timing – turns out wombat rings are illegal in the states. From there on, she was an assiduous home-schooler. By my 12th girthday, I’d porked up to a very loose 315 lbs and had mastered every language of Middle Earth.

It was at an LoTR convention at the local library in hot, wet Chickasaw, Alabama, that I met my soulmate. I’d been impressing the shit out of some babes with my fluent Elvish—one was definitely ready to administer the blumpkin—and from across the room comes Gordon Blevins. He’s majestic. One flowing braid like a budding Jedi, one glistening tooth, and no pants whatsoever. The babes dispersed and started barfing; I was rapt. We didn’t even speak. We just locked eyes, nodded knowingly, and rollerbladed back to my mom’s for some Beast.

Anyways, I guess it looks, smells, and tastes like somebody wizzed in your corn flakes. Cheers!