Budweiser American Ale

Brewed by Anheuser-Busch InBev
Style: Amber Ale
St. Louis, Missouri USA

Bottle. Pours golden brown with a creamy off-white head. Aroma of sweet malt and earthy hops. Taste is mildly bitter with a sweet finish. Watery mouthfeel detacts from a decent beer. More than expected, but definitely not enough to convert me back to Big Beer.

hoppy with a little bit of sweetness. not very impressed...but at least budweiser went out and tried something that has a little bit of flavor to it.

This is a pretty good ale especially for bud. Hoppy not to hoppy but good enough to satisfy the mouyh. Nice on the palate and very underreated if you ask me and if you look atbthe bud name. But a good overall brew and a satisfying beer.

Tried a 24 oz bottle just to satisfy my curiosity. Not bad for a Budweiser product. Would I buy it again... probably not.

Bottle. Budweiser has done well, for once. Pours an amber color with a white head. Smooth with notes of carmel and nuts, and a beautiful hoppy finish. Is it unbelivable? No. However, it’s great for AB and Budweiser standards.

draft, bar in harrisburg. Although clear and pretty in the glass with an attractive head, this beer is really disappointing. The aroma is forbidding, a little bit like a mineral-clogged pipe. There’s a sweetness on the palate and then the bad plumbing effect returns. I took a sip, then a second to make sure, tipped the barmaid and left the rest.

the biggest hurdle i have to surmount in order to seriously consider this beer is something right there on the label: the word "budweiser". like a brown spot on a sexy bra, the name alone is a blemish that nearly kills the mood. this is a mega-corporation of the worst kind: they don’t have "breweries"-- they have sprawling assembly plants which can be seen from outer space; they have legions of workers who in their lifetimes will never see a hop; they make beer with the same passion that exxon mobil makes industrial lubricants-- if you can even call the carbonated grain-tea they synthysize from wino-backwash and feedlot silo spillage "beer". in the sometimes sordid history of post- prohibition american beer, they have ever been the bloated and voracious corporate nestling that will eat it’s sibling rivals alive-- and always emerge stronger and more ghoulish. their trade is not in the art of brewing, not in the balancing of flavors nor the coaxing of subtlties from steaming malt kilns, and certainly not the selection of choice hops. nay, they practice to perfection the black art of beguiling the masses, cornering the markets, and lobbying the regulatory boards that favor their ascension into monopoly. so insidious are they that they continue to design and sell beverages with less flavor while somehow convincing vast witless legions that giving you LESS for your money is actually better. at the great busch complex in st. louis, hidden somewhere behind the golden spires and gallantly high- stepping clydesdales, there is an dank, effluvial weed lot where languish the unmarked graves of apprentice brewers who dared to say "but our beer, sucks! why can’t we make something good?!?" yes, that’s the baggage i bring to this particular rating: in spite of my modest investment, i am almost hoping that it is as offensive as i’m prepared to suppose-- just to keep my head from exploding. yet in fact it is not terrible, but only a dull undistinguished little amber ale of which there are already countless incarnations being made by other brewers with the same numbing efficiency. someplace underground there must be an ocean of this biere ordinaire, it is so predictably available on taps across the american pub scene. that continental sub-terrainian reservoir is being drawn upward simultaneously by a million watering-hole well sites from bangor to san bernadino --and many tasters above ground are getting their first quaff of a brew that is--for them-- wildly bolder in body than a budweiser. call it a brown ale, an amber, a red, who cares? typical of these ubiquitous entry-level ales, you could probably fake a better beer by fermenting a hoagy bun with ginger ale and a squeeze of lemon. but this gentle guppy, the presumptuously named "american ale" is predictably amber, with sterilized clarity and a decent head. the scent speaks of slightly woody, honey-ish and vanilla malts. the carbonation was slightly pushy, as if trying to open a swath in the crowd for the coming of someone important. then appears on the palate this fairly inoffensive though nondescript watery, honeydew sweet, malt-balanced ale. wow wee. there’s an open gravesite in that AB weedlot, and an apprentice brewer has survived to perhaps brew again another day. watch your back dude.

Perhaps the best offering from A-B? It doesn’t stand up to the standard-setters like Great Lakes Burning River or Sierra Nevada, but we weren’t really expecting it to, now, were we.