
A couple weeks ago, I wrote a big, trashy, sensationalist, and 100-percent accurate post titled "There Is No Excuse For Drinking Heineken," in which I argued that there are literally thousands of better-tasting ways to communicate to the world that you have a dollar more than the price of a Budweiser. I thought that would be my magnum opus in terms of cheap-shot Euro-lager hatred, but then I remembered that Stella Artois is even more offensive.




















































