Back in freshman year of college, I found myself in a symbiotic relationship with a bunch of former Air Force guys who were going back to school on the GI Bill. Since the Air Force guys were all graduates of the Defense Language Institute, the most logical major for them was Russian, and with a relative dearth of native speakers, I was a hot commodity. In return, they plied me with beer and stories of their escapades in Crete, Okinawa, and Germany.
When forced by economic circumstances, the guys would order Augsburger, grumbling that the Germans who brewed it in Wisconsin were exiled there as a consequence of their poor beer-brewing skills. But more often than not, they would order 500ml bottles of Tucher.
Ah, Tucher. Hefeweizen - wheat yeast, with a cloudy sediment that swirls in the glass as you pour it. A wedge of lemon to accentuate the slight sourness of the beer. Elixir of the gods.
Must get some tonight!