When I was a wee tot, my parents were going to college, and all the parties were at our house. In the mornings, I'd help clean up (I was short enough to find the ashtrays hidden under the chairs, and I wasn't hung over.) *That's* why I like Iron City Beer (from Pittsburgh), with Duquesne Beer (likewise) coming in a close second, but I don't have to wait until they're flat anymore, and I don't have to check for used cigarette butts before I take a drink. The worst beerI ever had was a homemade dark brew that a medievalist flavored with cloves. Tasted like Evening in Paris perfume.