To think, this beer survived a voyage across the Atlantic, across this great continent of ours, only to end up in my supermarket, to be tasted by me, whose reaction was… “yup, it’s beer.” Considering the distance it traveled, it sure tastes an awful lot like Rolling Rock. I wonder if I have fallen for the mystique of a beer imported from Italy, which happens to be Italy’s equivalent of Schlitz. Or Rolling Rock. I admit to putting imported beers on a bit of a pedastel, giving them a handicap because you look so Continental when you drink one. “Yes, Yves”, I would say, holding my Peroni in a frosted mug imported from Switzerland, “I do find Andorra to be a bit of a delight this time of year. So, how should I say, Andorra-ble! Har har har har!” Then Yves would slap me with a can of Schlitz. Yes, for all I know, Peroni’s is my own personal equivalent of Christopher Lambert, the star of “Highlander”, so well beloved in America, and yet considered annoying in his home country of France. See — I’m already becoming insufferable after drinking this beer, I’m starting to quote obscure facts about Europe. Somebody take this beer from me before I spend a quarter at the University of Hamburg studying Goethe…All in all, though, not a bad beer. Decent to drink, a little skunky from its trip overseas, but I’d Goethe get more from the store anytime…

Ok, so this stuff is the Pee-Colored KoolAid, Fat-Chick of beers. You don’t want to tell your friends that you still take advantage of either, but you do anyway and keep it to yourself.

While Corona might be complete crap to a true beer aficionado, I can’t claim to be one, so I’m tossing it in the ring here. This stuff is just too easy to drink to pass up. It’s a good fallback beer when you don’t want to invest in anything heavier, but the thought of a beer still sounds good. It’s appeal rises as the temperature does.

I, unlike many others, don’t care to add lime to mine. That just seems more wrong than simply drinking this stuff does.

Anything this mindless and easy to drink deserves a solid 3.  Make no apologies for drinking what you like.