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Dos Equis Mexico
It was in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, one of earth's grimiest cities that bustles with pugnacious-looking tranvesite hookers, where I first suckled on my first bottle of Dos Equis. In front of a sunken bar on the red light district's main strip loomed a fat, drooling Mexican holding a "$5 for all the Dos Equis you can drink" sign in his grubby paws. I dived into the basement bar and was instantaneously showered in piss-warm Dos Equis and spat on by a gang of thin-mustached teenagers. But the Doubles X's were pure Dipset quality, the rare imported Mexican beer with substance and worth splurging double-digits on for a dozen. Read more articles in Beer Garden » |
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