I’ve sampled a lot of beer in my time and I’ve been lucky to have tried some really awesome brews. Trying that many beers ensures that a person will also sample some really bad-tasting brews as well.
I try not to dwell on the poor quality beers and focus on the tasty ones but I often get asked “What are some the worst beers you’ve ever had?”
So, here is a partial list of some awful beers. You’ll notice that the list is dominated by American-style macrobrews. These are my least favorite beers as they lack originality and are usually made with cheap adjuncts, such as rice, and watered down with copious amounts of….water.
So, without further ado, here are some pretty terrible beers. If at all possible, avoid them like a pair of scratchy underpants:
• Iron City – I tried this Pennsylvania brew when I was at a baseball game at Pittsburgh’s PNC Park during the summer of 2008. My buddy tried it a couple of years prior and told me it’s a Pittsburgh tradition to drink Iron City before, during, and after sporting events. Well, I tried one and let me tell you: it was terrible! It had a harsh taste of low quality hops combined with a watery, semi-beer like flavor. I’m glad that I tried it, simply for the fact that I’ll never have to drink it again!
• Schlitz – This was the weapon of choice for the monetarily-challenged college students I hung around with during my freshman year of undergrad. I was the farthest thing from a beer connoisseur back then but I could still tell that this one was freaking lousy.
• Bud Ice

Bud Ice Penguin
While this is really a bad beer, it brings back a lot of good memories. I drank a good amount of this one during my sophomore year of undergrad with a good buddy of mine. For some reason, possibly attributable to the truly heroic amounts of beer we drank back then, my memory is hazy as to why we started imbibing this rather foul brew. I have a strong feeling, however, that it is due to the catchy commercial for Bud Ice at the time, which featured a crooning penguin, singing a sanguine soliloquy from the song “Strangers in the Night”. While my thirsty friend and I were downing Bud Ice after Bud Ice, we would make feeble attempts at a 2-part harmony, modeled after the singing penguin of the commercial: “Doo bee, dooby doo!” Needless to say, our pathetic version of ‘singing’ came after downing large amounts of this truly awful beer.
• Keystone Light – I took one sip of this once and spat it right back out. Tasted like beer flavored water; I ended up pouring the rest of the beer out.
• National Bohemian (popularly known as Natty Boh)

Natty Boh
This was brewed in Baltimore for over 100 years and its corporate logo, a mustachioed, winking Victorian-era gentleman, is a proud emblem of the gritty, blue collar, working class denizens of Charm City. I spent over 8 years attending college and completing my first masters degree in Baltimore, so I was able to soak up a lot of the colorful local culture. For many Baltimoreans, there is nothing better than kicking back on the Chesapeake Bay with some hot crabcakes and an ice-filled cooler stocked to the brim with plenty of Natty Boh. While I always appreciate a finely-crafted Maryland crabcake, I have been slow to warm to the intricate pleasures of Natty Boh. It is a watery concoction that seems to be missing a little something thebeerdrinker likes to call ‘flavor’. During my halcyon college days, this was long the choice of cash-strapped college kids looking to partake in some liquid social lubricant at an ultra low price. I have to sheepishly admit that I drank Natty Boh, albeit begrudgingly, when my funds were tight and I wanted to take the edge off after a long day (and night!) of studying.
• Busch Light – There’s something I’m realizing about the vast majority of beers on this list. I drank most of these while I was in my first few years of undergrad, when I didn’t know squat about beer and I was dead broke. Busch Light is no different. In a similar vein to the rest of the beers on this list, Busch Light reminds me of long nights during my freshman year of college, carousing with my beer drinking buddies in our dorm rooms, watching endless rounds of sports on TV, or entertaining accommodating young college co-eds at college parties. We used to call Busch Light ‘suitcase beer’. Okay, let me set the scene for you: we used to go to the local liquor store and buy as many cases of Busch Light as our meager funds would allow. We would then get to our car and pack it into large suitcases so we could inconspicuously smuggle back into our dorm. Looking back, however, I realize just how ridiculous we must have looked. You see, we had to walk right past the dorm front desk personnel carrying empty, and therefore light suitcases, only to come back about a half hour later, lugging suddenly heavy suitcases, filled up with Busch Light, right past the same personnel. Why they never stopped us and asked “Hey, whatcha got in the suitcases” I’ll never know.









