In ever drinkers life there are just those sad days when you find out the world really isn't the way you thought it was. You all know what I mean, the day you find out Santa doesn't exist, or when your parents admitt Sparky isn't ever coming home again, or when the school nurse says no there is no way your "virgin" girlfriend of two years could have gotten Syphillis from unclean pool water. I'm sure we can all relate.
Well one of the more damageing of these days in my life was the day that I was laying on the floor of my friend room drunk out of my mind. I wasn't hurting anyone just calmly laying there reading my Killians bottle when I saw those aweful words... "bottled in Golden, Colorado." About 15 minutes later it hit me, Colorado isn't in IRELAND it's in Brazil! Once I sobered up I realized that I was only partially correct, but sadly the damage was done. Here I was thinking I was being a good little Mic by spending an extra 10 dollars per case for a fine beer from my ancestral homeland when all I was drinking was glorified Natty Ice!
Now there is a lesson there for all of you who would pay more for beer. Drinking expensive beer is like dateing a really hot woman of questionable fidelity. Its great for a while but you may find out its not what it seems. While cheap beer is like having a relationship with the village whore. Sure it might not be pleasant schedueling dates in between her appointments, but at least you know what you're getting into and she's always honest.
Well once you get over the severe psychological tramua of the lie that is Killians it's not half bad beer. Nothing special as good beer go, but good enough so that it doesn't make you gag. Unlike Red Dog and Red Wolf (if they even still make Red Wolf) Killians actually IS RED not yellow. Its got a smooth taste that is bold but pleasent. But for me that will always be know as the great imposter beer.
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