I've been a little out of my beer-element since I graduated, but here was the gem of my college career:
Not because I enjoyed it, but because I finished the entire 8-odd ounce bottle in one night. I swear to god, I've put down a 1.75 of Southern Comfort with more ease. An odd combination of soy sauce, chocolate syrup, and moonshine.
Now I just try to grab a different six-pack every time I head to the spirit shop. I have a fresh set of Bridgeport Blackstrap Stout waiting in the fridge right now, alongside a few bottles of Smithwicks.
I suppose my favorite "well-known" beers are Red Stripe and Guinness, although when I intend on putting down a good night's worth, I'll stick with Honey Weiss (on tap only, with extra lemon) or MGD Light. I prefer stuff like Samuel Smith's stouts, Beamish, most of what Rogue offers, or some variations of Sam Adams.
When I was in Winnipeg last year, we had some really good beer, but I can't find any of it besides Molson around here. Labatts aside, I was actually impressed with Canadian domestics. On a similar, yet opposite, note: I was just in Mexico, only to find the resort I was staying at carried nothing but kegs of Corona. Most of the time I'd rather drink my own piss, but after an afternoon in the sun and a gallon of inferior Mexican beer flowing through you, you kind of stop caring.