He looked at me like I was certifiably insane when I brought the five worst mass produced beers I could find to the counter. Known for purchasing only quality beers, the store owner asked why in God's name was I buying a five-pack of piss-water beer instead of my usual purchase of Ipswich Porter or Aventinus or something craft-made. Rationalizing the purchase, I explained that though I had spend many a ScowlZine article espousing the evils of Bud, Amstel Light and all of their ilk - I had never fairly sat them down for a full, formal tasting. Reluctantly, he sold me the swill and I was on my way home... about to subject Janet and myself to an hour of absolute gastronomic horrors.