Road Test: Pabst Blue Ribbon beer
Posted by Ruth on June 18th, 2010
photo by Jeremy Brooks
Pabst Blue Ribbon is the beer of choice amongst hipsters in Portland. Portland is home to hundreds of excellent, unique, finely-crafted microbrewed beers. PBR is not one of them. It’s a cheaply-made, mass-produced lager brewed by MillerCoors. And yet it has become immensely popular here over the past decade, with sales up 25% last year, despite the recession.
So why does every trendy 20-something in tight jeans and an ironic t-shirt in this town seem to have the distinctive red, white and blue can permanently fused to one hand?

Some say it’s cool because it’s not cool — the beverage equivalent of the Three Wolf Moon t-shirt. Others attribute it to the scene in the David Lynch film Blue Velvet, where Dennis Hopper’s character exclaims: “Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!” And some reckon it’s just because it’s cheap.
So last night I was in a scungy club watching emo-core bands in a crowd of Sailor Jerry tattoos, flannelette shirts and non-prescription glasses, and it seemed like the right time to road-test my first (possibly last) PBR.
They had it on tap, but in the interests of authenticity, I went for the $2.50 pint can. I cracked it open, steeled myself for the bitter bite of cheap brew and preservatives, raised the tinnie to my lips, and took a sip.
And it tasted exactly like… nothing. I was expecting the nasty aftertaste of the Aussie equivalent like VB or Tooheys, but it wasn’t there. And I’m pretty sure that is the secret of the PBR’s appeal: it doesn’t have a taste. It’s beer for people who don’t like the taste of beer.
And I don’t really buy the “I drink it because it’s cheap” justification. At about 5% alcohol, you’re going to have to down quite a few to actually get wasted. Poor kids back home drink goon bags, and I’m sure there’s a local equivalent of Lady in a Boat or Spew-manti (and a brief Google search tells me that, in fact, there is: it’s called Charles Shaw, but is better known as “Two Buck Chuck”).
I would hypothesise that hipsters don’t want to actually taste booze, but don’t want to be seen drinking vodka raspberries in bars, either. So they drink this stuff.
Will I drink it again? Probably not if I’m paying, but it’s so bland and inoffensive, I probably wouldn’t say no to a free pint.
PBR isn’t bad: it’s just not good.


