When I first tried beer at 11 or 12 it was Coors and I hated it. Then later, 14 or so I tried Bud, Michelob and some nasty as Colt , so again, I hated beer. A couple years later when I got my drivers license the first thing I did was go to Baja Malibu to surf (it was really effing good that day, crystal clear water, 4 to 5 feet, peaky and going OFF!). When I got out of the water I went and got tacos and beer down towards Rosario. I don't remember which beer I got (it wasn't Corona that's for sure) but I discovered there was good beer in the world . . . then I discovered Tony's Beers of the World in OB off Voltaire (long since gone, now condos there). Not only would Tony sell to me, he told me about the different beers. I became a semiliterate beer snob of sorts . . . and now the craft beers! It's amazing.
During most of the years 73-74 when I was in the Navy, I worked 6PM to Midnight shift (the AIMD shop had 4 6-hour shifts, plus rotating weekend duty days). I was living in North Park at the time, as were several of my shopmates. Many nights we would meet at a house on Meade Ave a couple of blocks from my apartment to play spades and drink beer - usually Olympia from the minimart next door. An interesting house - the upstairs bedrooms were accessible by a backside exterior stairway or via a vertical ladder inside a closet.