My dad was a Budweiser man (accompanied by a shot of Johnny Walker). He’d come home from work and grab a beer from the refrigerator in the garage that was always stocked with a case of cans. On the weekends, mowing the lawn and gardening activities were punctuated with ice cold Budweiser beer breaks.
Set up right in front of the Baseball Hall of Fame, the America on Tap tents stretch for several blocks on Main Street. Great beer with great friends.