I said that I was sweet and lovable, and because this is so I have just spent some time with my grandmother.
We went out to eat at a restaurant that contains a bar. When the waitress asked about our drinks the conversation went as follows (more or less):
Waitress: "What would you like to drink?"
Me: "Sam Adams."
Waitress: "That's the only kind of beer that we don't have." (direct quote)
Me: "Okay, Guinness."
Waitress: "We don't have that."
Me: "Old Style."
Waitress: "That's old. We don't have that."
Waitress: "Would you like a beer list?"
Waitress: "The beers we have are: frog piss, cat piss, fish piss, dog piss, bear piss..."
(You can actually get Bear Whiz Beer in International Falls, MN. I haven't tried it.)
The moral of my story, which is repeated regularly, is that it seems to be easier to have no preferred taste in beer.