Foster's in Australia is similar. Domestic Foster's is so bad that we won't drink it. Foreigners seem to think that Foster's is a good brew... and they might be right, because Export Foster's is actually a different beer. Causes no end of confusion.
How undrinkable is Fosters? We had a '70s theme party once (Foster's is iconic of the 70s here) and I bought a six-pack of Fosters for the humour value (and copped some abuse, too). In the morning, every drop of alcohol in the house had been consumed, even left-overs in the back of cupboards. It was a hell of a party, with empty cans and bottle everywhere, and the punch bowl would have been bone dry were in not for fruit remnants. The six-pack of Fosters remained untouched, pristine in it's carrier in the dregs of the ice tub...
Budweiser in Australia is drinkable, though very much generic tasting.
Over all, Australia has better beer, but there are some pockets in the U.S. where there is some kickass brewing culture. I lived in Wisconsin for a bit and they do have a better drop than we do in the East Coast. I mean, Leinenkugel & Stevens Point both brew stuff that's widely available and very much enjoyable, up to bar with Boag's here in Australia.
I live in Madison right now, and I fear that I'm being spoiled on good beer. Between New Glarus, Capitol Brewery, Ale Asylum, and Lake Louie the selection is amazing.
I went down to Orlando for a conference not too long ago, and found that the only thing drinkable to me was Guiness.
When I went to London a couple of years back, I found that the beer was actually quite enjoyable, though I can't remember which beers I had while I was there. (More as a result of time rather than of the beer)
Hipsters are easy to disperse. Concerned citizens should sponsor four back to back shows by Larry the Cable guy. He can reduce any Seattle or Austin to a Raleigh or Jacksonville.
How undrinkable is Fosters? We had a '70s theme party once (Foster's is iconic of the 70s here) and I bought a six-pack of Fosters for the humour value (and copped some abuse, too). In the morning, every drop of alcohol in the house had been consumed, even left-overs in the back of cupboards. It was a hell of a party, with empty cans and bottle everywhere, and the punch bowl would have been bone dry were in not for fruit remnants. The six-pack of Fosters remained untouched, pristine in it's carrier in the dregs of the ice tub...