LABATT BLUE

A lumberjack from Toronto decided to trek to the Canadian Shield, draped in his sweatsoaked red plaid sweater and tight beaverskin boots. From a leather pouch, the Canadian unsheathes his beer mug, and plunges it deep into the ancient glaciated Earth. He takes a valiant Canuck swig from his glass, and with the spirit of a thousand Mounties, he shouts in French to the heavens (Quebec), and thus, Labatt was founded. In reality, the lumberjack was pleased by the great, crisp taste of Labatt Blue. Malt, typical adjunct are clear, but some sort of extra character purvey from the usual macro bunch. I can think of no other alcoholic beverage to enjoy after a long day of physical labor. Keep six of these cool in your fridge (or glacier), and enjoy with reckless abandon after quittin time.
Crisp, light, Canadian. Perfectly sessionable. I really like Labatt Blue. In fact, I really like Canada. One of my Polish ancestors, who illegally hopped a boat from the motherland, landed in Canada and lived there before moving to Michigan. Labatt Blue is certainly worth the extra sheckles when faced with the boring Miller and Coors. For full effect tune into a hockey playoff game, buy three pizzas, invite four or more friends over, and crack open several Labatt Blues as you watch barbarians on ice beat each other up.

(beeradvocate.com)