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Discussion in 'Beer Talk' started by DarkDragon999, Apr 25, 2013.
PBR. He was a hipster. I miss his ironic facial hair and pork pie hat.
I don't know about my paternal grandpa and my Dad's gone so I can't ask him, but I remember my Dad drinking Olympia and Dos Equis among others. I don't know about my maternal grandpa either, and my Mom's gone, but I would bet he drank Miller.
wine from a box.
Schell's Deer Brand and Hamm's... and lots of it.
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
Oldstyle or die!
Michelob was the big one. Always had a sixer in the fridge. Then Becks. And to a lesser extent Heineken, Amstel, or Corona since restaurants usually didn't have Michelob or Becks. If I can find a six pack of Michelob I'll drink it in his honor
My father's father was an alcoholic who drank cheap wine and booze, he died before I was born.
My mother's father worked in Rhode Island during the week and would come home on weekends with a few of these...
Mine were from Pittsburgh, so there was a lot of Iron City beer.
In a steel can, of course. They weren't sissies.
Olympia stubbies, more often than not. He'd always give me the bottle caps for my collection (a collection I wish I still had), and I remember there were a few Heidelbergs and Black Labels amongst all the Olympias.
Wow. That's something to satisfy both can and bottle drinkers.
My grandfather drank Old Milwaukee N/A. When he died, he had one left in his fridge. I took it home and it sits in my "cellar" in place of prominence. NFT
Grandpa drank the champagne of beers...nothing but the High Life.
Schmidt and Blatz.
As my dad said he was a man. He he worked in a freezer all day so he liked nothing cold. Drank warm Grain Belt and said nothing went better with them than Lucky Strike ciggerettes. I pick up a sixer from time to time.
My maternal grandfather and my stepfather's father drank Schlitz. My paternal grandfather liked Miller High Life, but he rarely drank. I don't really feel a connection to them, but I do like to raise a glass of Schlitz or Miller High Life to them on their birthdays.
Guinness extra or FES, either warmed by the fire or on the radiator.
I had a great uncle who also liked his stout, he used a red hot poker to heat it
Loons, whalez. Ya know, the usual.
Never knew either grandfather but all of my relatives off that generation Great Uncles, Great Aunts drank Narragansett, still the beer of funerals.
Never drank beer - liked his Kessler's and Vernors. I shudder just to think of it!
PBR. He had 3 every night after work, and a few on the weekends when he mowed his lawn. Its the first beer I ever tasted when sneaked a sip to me when my parents weren't looking.
All I saw him drink
I cannot remember what beer my grandfather drank as he passed away over 25 years ago but I have an uncle that I remember being a strong supported of Red, White, and Blue.
Yeah, that'll happen when you sold out to the "guys from the City" 63 years ago (Schaefer bought the brewery in 1950). Their advertising mascot was "Billy Beaver" - who helped to remind people the name was pronounced "BEAVER-wick".
My last memories of my Grandpa are me and him installing a basketball goal at my house, while we shared cans of "BEER". Black letters on a white can. Before that, he brought over "Scotch Buy" while we worked on my floor furnace.
Yuengling all day!
PBR and Michelob
Not sure... Both my biological grandfathers died before I even had a chance to get to know them (paternal grandfather died at age 44 when my father was only 4 years old and my maternal grandfather died when I was a year old from complications from Diabetes.) My paternal grandfather was born and grew up in Czechoslovakia (present day Slovakia) and moved to the US after WWII. I like to think he had access to and drank some pretty good beers back in the old country.
Czechoslovakia (Czech Republic/Slovakia) is one of great beer drinking nations on this Earth. Not to mention their hearty, down home food. You have quite the heritage. Grandpas are cool. I know, I'm one of 'em!
My paternal grandfather was a hard liquor drinker from what I've heard. Considering the fact that he was born as the son of a crofter in 1920, a year before beer above 4% was banned until 1955 I guess it makes sense. Hard liquor was what people from his background drank back then. My grandmother told me once that he brought a bottle of cognac with him on a roadtrip up north to their parents, and he would drink it straight from the bottle. My maternal grandfather immigrated to Sweden in the 60s from Finland and used to keep various Finnish lager brands in stock at family get togethers that I can remember growing up. In recent years he's gone over to drinking Mariestads Export, a Swedish dortmunder style lager which he gets on the tax free cruises across the baltic sea. He prefers drinking blended scotch though and to have a glass or two on a saturday since he says beer makes him hungry and makes him eat too much. My grandmother doesn't approve of him having his scotch, but he says it's not up to her to decide .
Miller Highlife Miller Highlife Miller Highlife Guiness Guiness Miller Highlife.
I remember being 6 years old and him telling me to go get him a beer from the basement. I would open it for him and he always let me take a sip. I hated the taste, but loved the feeling of being aloud to drink when my parents werent around!
Genessee "at cellar temperature", but also other cheap stuff. Pabst, Schlitz, Iron City, Stroh's, Straub, Busch, although i'd see him enjoy a dark German beer at at German restaurant and he would probably try anything you set before him. My other gramps doesn't drink.
when he was alive he drank
Both Grandpa's were teetotallers, but all the generations before them drank whisky and scotch,.... and the occasional mooonshine.
My grandpa who is still alive just drink wine, but my grandpa how pasted away in 2004 would have stuff like SNPA in his fridge.
I never saw my paternal grandfather drink beer, but the other side sure did. I found tons of Ballantine's bottles and know he drank that. He wasn't too fussy though - PBR, Carling, Schaeffer, Narragansett I saw him drink as well. Think I told this story before, but I found a bunch of bottles in certain spots in the field when I bought the house, some of them full. Odd little bundles here and there. My mother told me Grampy used to "plant" beers in the rows so when he got thirsty while working in the fields, he would just go pull one out of the ground. Sure enough - the bottles I found were "row width" apart, so he would just go from stash to stash. Pull a full one, leave an empty.