What I keep in my fridge is usually one or another version of Sam Adams. In public I try to be adventurous, but Bass Ale or Guinness is a frequent choice.

The potent anti-snob appeal of Budweiser is attested in the following story, which I read in the Boston Globe some years ago. The venerable saloon Doyle's in Jamaica Plain, Boston, MA, came under new management, which aspired to move upscale. To get rid of the riffraff, it ceased to serve Budweiser, and the new owner was quoted as being well pleased with the results.