Funny story about Black Butte Porter:
My sister and brother-in-law live in a small town, Dayton Or. (Between McMinnville and Newberg for you oregonians). At the local bar, you always find the same old codgers drinking thed same beer they have for years. My brother-in-law moves into town, and decides to scope out the local watering hole. He orders up a Black Butte Porter. The bartender looks at him kind of funny, and says 'Are you Serious?'
He ends up telling my brother-in-law that he can't sell the stuff, no one wants it. The locals all drink their Hamms (or whatever). He sets up a deal with my brother-in-law to sell it to him for a dollar a pint, in order to get rid of it. So now, that's about all my brother-in-law drinks.