During the Raj, many British officers preferred country beer to imported ales because it was cheaper and brewed locally.

On weekends the city center fills with tourists pedaling cheerful beer bikes past the river.

We pedaled through the city on a beer bike, singing and laughing all afternoon.

At the tasting, she compared the sour beer to a bright citrus dessert, surprised by its complexity.

After work we stopped at a cozy beer parlor on the corner to catch up over a pint.

At the village fair, the old brewer entertained everyone with stories of beer lore.

At the festival, I ordered a weiss beer and enjoyed its cloudy, fruity flavor.

The homebrewer carefully tasted the beer-wort to decide when to add the hops.

During the village fête we tried our hand at skittles and beer flowed freely all afternoon.

She raised her beer-glass to toast the crowd after the performance.