There is objectively no better beer than an ice-cold American Pale Ale. It's the beer of men who win world wars, go to the moon, and break the sound barrier.
It's the miraculous triumph of a great nation. Our crown achievement. The jubilant marriage of democracy, capitalism, the free market, judeo-christian tradition, industrialism, and the scientific method. Old world tradition meets new world efficiency. The fact that anyone, from a billionaire CEO to a drifter under an overpass, can crack open a cold, refreshing, sanitary brew of consistent taste and quality, is the embodiment of the American dream.