Asshole Bartender

So Michael and I went to check out a brewpub in south Scottsdale called Papago Brewing. The draft selection is decently varied, but it's the stock in the coolers that really sets this place apart. You can buy anything from the cooler to drink onsite or to take home and there have to be over two hundred selections. They had of our favorites, Rogue's Ten Thousand Brew Ale, that is quite hard to find because it was a limited brew. While we were drinking our draft beers (I was drinking a Palm Rodenbach and Michael had a Rogue Imperial Stout) Michael asked the bartender how much the Ten Thousands were and he said that they were $15 and he didn't really like them. Who asked him?! So when we finished our beers, we plucked five 26-ounce bottles of Ten Thousand from the cooler (their entire cold stock). The bartender prices one and comes back to tell us that they are actually $21 each. Michael says, "Okay, I still want them." The bartender asks if we were going to drink them or give them away. So Michael tells him that we're going to do both.
So then the bartender says, "Oh, I think it's a lousy beer."
Oh my gosh! Again, who asked for his opinion? No one! Clearly, we've stated we like the beer and we've just purchased 5 big bottles. We're both fairly avid beer drinkers who have tried a variety of beers numbering at least one hundred over our lifetime combined and don't need the opinion of some dopey bartender in a strip mall brewery telling us that one of our favorite beers from one of our favorite breweries is lousy. Asshole.