Bud Light

Brewed by Anheuser-Busch InBev
Style: Pale Lager
St. Louis, Missouri USA

if only this guy were triple hops brewed, I’m sure that’s where they fell off the wagon.

The differance is drinkablility! Unlike those other Ales you can suck this back and it is so refreshing. I think bud hit one out with this creation!

This is pretty much like the regular Bud, only watered down. But that a good thing, less nasty taste. Quick leaving head. Bad aftertaste. No body at all.

Pours golden with little to no head, taste is completely corn. No thanks!

355 ml can from TBS. This is bad macro. No hops, no malt, all corn. Would not buy this.

12 oz. can from 7-11 and poured into my brandy snifter - Ahhh, Bud Light, an American classic [said with tongue and cheek]. This beer came out while I was in High School. So, unfortunately, I drank more than my fair share of this stuff while growing up in S. AZ and my early days in the Navy. Next to Miller Lite, I’ve probably drank this beer more than any other. Looking back, I’m not too proud of the fact. However, I’ve had many a good time with a BL in my hand. I’m not going to bore anyone with my description of the beer. It’s been bashed enough. Do I like BL? NO Will I drink it again? YES

The alcohol content is the only redeeming aspect of this brew. Pale yellow with a fizzy white head. Not much to speak of in terms of taste or aroma or palate; they’re all so close to water that it’s difficult to differentiate from H2O. Reminds me of that English joke, "how is American beer like having sex in a canoe? They’re both fucking close to water."

12oz can - Thanksgiving leftovers take on many forms, including an abandoned can of Bud Light. I’ve had Bud Light before, faced with the choice of sobriety or this while living in the South. With no real memory of it I’ve never rated it before. With the leftover can I decided now was the time to take a data point. There was no pfft when the can was cracked, not a good sign. The nose I can best describe as banana pudding, incredibly faint, with an equally faint malt note. Fairly pronounced white head in the unwetted glass, almost clear in color. Nothing, and I mean nothing, on palate. A tickle of carbonation for the tongue is the only sensation. No wonder people pound it all day.