
If you're a southern boy and you just arrived to town spending the summer in State College, PA in the shadow of beaver stadium and you are 17 in a bar on the edge of campus and they bring you a cold case full and slam it down on your table for you and your new friends and you open the bottles with the opener affixed to the table leg and the floor is covered with rolling rock caps and peanut shells and when you leave they count your empty bottles to total your bill and you leave with the co-ed you just met who you were shooting pool with who is a couple of years older than you it is the best beer in the world which happens to be brewed just down the road.
