During our Labor Day preparations we paid a visit to the local "offie"; Bev-Mo for a few ciders, so that we could rough it with the best of em under the Coronado Bridge (well it does have the reputation as the bridge with the third highest suicide rate in the US so there's bound to be a large public present). Bev-Mo is one of these places that has beer from the larger beer manufacturer's - the Budweiser's etc. of this world, but no doubt also prides itself on having a respectable stock of local brewery produce as well as a large selection of imported beverages. While scoping the place for our ciders we came across a beer that would bring a tear to a glass eye .... "Wexford" beer ... the old home town (cue some Dolores Keane music in the background there Colette will ya). "Following in the age old tradition ... blah dee blah ... chill for 2-3 hours ... creamy head ... mellow taste of Wexford." - you get the idea.
After pulling ourselves together we reverently picked up the can to "ooh" and "aah" at its mastery - and let's face it - to find out about it too, cos neither or us had ever heard of the gear up to this point. After half a turn of the sacred can, it became clear this was no "Wexford" beer. Nay t'was an imposter I tell ya (which we proceeded to shout at the top of our lungs). Freakin' made in the UK of all places - despite the Celtic like writing with the lashings of green on the can. Is there nothing sacred anymore?!?!?
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