Every beer geek worth his or her weight in craft cans knows that good beer comes in all shapes and sizes, and all forms of packaging, and if members of the society for socks and sandals can’t see that, then they’re lost as far as I am concerned.
Imagine being so nic-pickingly pedantic, so traditionalist and so stuck in your ways that you refused to accept something which has been crafted with care, love and attention to detail by a group of people passionate and knowledgable about what they do, simply because it fails to conform to your narrow perception of what beer is and should be.
Lager? Why on earth would I want to drink that bland, fizzy, tasteless muck?