Old Dutch (The Good Beer)
I was fortunate enough to know the two girls very well that tended the register at the state liquor agency in the town where I went to highschool in Ohio.
We would always go into the state agency and buy whiskey and beer when I was 18/19 years old. They had cameras set up for security reasons, so we would just give our IDs to these girls we knew, they would look at it as if they were verifying our age and put ona good show for the cameras, and then sell us the stuff. No big deal.
Except this one time....
We were in the store after it closed, waiting for the girls to finish up and come party with us. We had the booze already paid for and in bags by the checkout counter when the owner of the shop pulled into the parking lot. The girls pushed us into a walk-in fridge to hide from the owner as he did whatever he was there to do so that they would not get into trouble.
Biding our time in the fridge, I started rummaging through a pile of oddball six packs that were sitting in a dark corner. Near the bottom I came across a dusty (literally) six pack of Old Dutch. Under the name of the beer in fine print it said "The Good Beer".
I thought to myself, "Self... if this is The Good Beer, then I'm going to have to get some of it."
After the boss had left, we came out of the fridge with Old Dutch in hand. I told one of the girls that I wanted to get the six pack and she looked at it with a weird expression.
"I've never even seen that before. Where did you get it?"
When I told her she said that I could just have it. It had probably been in there for a long time and was likely going to be thrown away.
Score! Free beer! And not just any Old Beer.... this was the one and only Old Dutch
, The Good Beer.
They got the "old" part right.
The "dutch" was way off (it was from Detroit).
"The Good Beer" part??? Blatant lie.
I grimaced when I tasted it and my buddy Jeremy couldn't even convince his throat to allow it to pass, so he had to spit it out.
That stuff was the absolute worst thing I have ever put into my mouth. There were 5 of us partying that night, and we only managed to open up two cans, neither of which was fully consumed.
I threw the other 4 cans into the river.