Anybody who knows me, knows I’m an old soul. If you sprinkle a little nostalgia on anything, I’m buying it. This vintage Jaws era Gansett can is no exception. The weird part is, I’m not old enough to know what the old Narragansett recipe tasted like, and I can think of 50 other beers I’d have off the tap before settle on this brew. But something tells me the minute I crack this can, I’m going for a ride back to the good ole’ days. Back when you can have 30 of these things and get a police escort home. Back when the Patriots were the doormat of the AFC. Back when you could smack your kids when they were acting like jackasses. Ahhhhhhh! Drink it in!
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Sons of Franky Cabot 
When I was a student at Providence College back in the late 1970s, the on-campus bar (the drinking age back then was 18) served pitchers of Budweiser for $1.75 and pitchers of Narragansett (brewed right there in Rhode Island) for $1.25. Everyone would start with a single pitcher of Bud and then switch to the cheaper Gansett which was more of an acquired taste.
For some reason, in the 70’s, the beverage of choice for my grandfather was Schlitz. As an 8 year old I had more than my share (I asked for a sip and took several gulps). I would be dismayed, but I now know it was mostly water anyway.