I’m not sure if it was the best, because my mind has been clouded by the many wonderful beers I have sampled over the past years. But I do remember the best I had ever had at the time:
Sprecher Weiss
I had a glass in college at a long-since-closed cafe in Eau Claire, WI. It was the first time I had tried a non-big label and it changed my whole outlook on beer. Wow, thought I. You mean beer is supposed to actually taste good?
My favorite US beer is, far and away, Fat Tire from Colorado. For white/wheat beers, Blue Moon Belgian White is terrific.
European is Wit Raff, which I actually don’t recall it’s nation of origin, but I had it in Holland. I’ll second the OP on De Koninck, too.
Cafferies is pretty tasty, too and has the cool cascading effect like Guinness, but is a light beer(come to think about it, Youngers is pretty good, too)
The best beer I’ve ever throwed a lip over was my own homebrew, which I call Milton’s Uptown Brown. It’s nutty and delicious, and fortified with extry punch. It won’t slam your liver as hard as Milton’s Black Blotto, but it don’t kid around exactly either. In general, I find it’s hard to find a bottled beer that’s tastier than one I’ve brewed.
The best beer I’ve ever had is the one in front of me when I’m asked. They all taste alike to me. It’s like saying what’s your favorite tea? Whatever the waiter brings. Best orange juice, what’s ever in the pitcher today. Best water? Whatever comes out of the tap.
Well I had a 32 oz draft Dos Equis for breakfast on Sunday at this little hole in the wall restaurant called Ramon’s in Lansing. Authentic mexican food, not a chihuahua in sight.
Maybe not the best beer I’ve had, but definely my favorite, was Rheingold Extra Dry. sold in the NY,NJ,CT market beforethe 80’s. The company went out of business for some reason I don’t remember, but made the most drinkable, get ya drunk, and good tasting beer I ever drank repeatedly.
Way back in 1976 when I went on a trip to England with a friend: Theakston’s Old Peculier, on tap, at a place called The Drunken Duck. I don’t remember exactly where the place was, but I know it’s within driving distance of Beatrix Potter’s house.
Oh, and to go with it, instead of fish and chips, we had duck and chips. Sigh.
Here in Chicago, a place called “The Duke of Perth” has John Courage on tap. Almost as good.