Sometimes, beer is my friend. Maybe that's a scary, alcoholic thing to say but I'm putting it out there. I probably say "I love you, beer" more than I say "I love you, dad" but that's because my dad is an asshole (just kidding dad, I love you). Anyway, I consider a 40 oz of Labatt 50 to be my BFF of beers. I will drink it in king cans and in regular bottle format but my heart just isn't in it in the same way. I have a strong affinity for the 40 oz format in general for several reasons being:
1 - It suits my on-the-the go lifestyle. I can easily balance two 40s on the handle bars of my bicycle and still roll up in style.
2 - Re-sealable cap so I can enjoy it at my leisure.
3 - For the sake of nostalgia
4 - A decent amount of beer, but not too much that it gets warm by the time you finish.
People have called this a hipster beer, something akin to a Canadian version of Pabst Blue Ribbon, but I still love it nonetheless. There's just something about the combination of the particular beer and bottle that makes it taste like magic juice. If I drink two of these bad boys I know the night is off to a good start. Labatt 50 has been the precursor to many drunken misadventures that always seem to turn out OK the morning after. When I drink other beers I fall off my bike or cry about boys who don't like me but when I drink Labatt 50, it's nothing but good times. One night I was at a party with some of my best friends and the Labatt 50's were a-flowing. Everyone was getting stick-and-poke tattoos and Stef and I decided to each get 'tasty brews' on our feet. I wrote tasty brews on her foot and she wrote it on mine so that the tattoos would be in our handwriting. I can't say I remember much about the actual process of getting the tattoo but I don't think it was very painful because I got another one of a little sailboat later that night. The next day when I woke up I was so happy, all I could think about was how much I loved my friends and I loved my life. Now every time I look at my foot I am reminded about fun party times, and tasty brews of course!
Look at this kid, he loves it. Not quite a 40 oz but I'll cut him some slack because he's a toddler.
So in conclusion a couple 40's of Labatt 50 + your friends + the best music = the night of your fucking life, seriously try it.
I love my two grands! (40oz of 50 aka 40 x 50 aka 2000)
Tastiest cheap ever, for sure.
I tried it once, didn't love it. But thanks to you, i ll give the L-50 another round.
pabst blue ribbon, yesterday was 5 cans of friendship to me.