True story: I was in Brussels in the spring of 2011 and, after a day of sightseeing stopped at an outdoor table at a random corner bar for a beer and people-watching. The waiter asked me what I wanted and I told him that I wanted him to bring me whatever was good, that I trusted his judgement, and that I know Belgium has the best beers in the world. He was pleased by this and proceeded to bring me tripels, quads, all kinds of wonderful stuff in glass. A little while later, across the street I spied what appeared to be the same thing happening at a different corner bar. A man sat down, a waiter took his order but returned a few minutes later with a CORONA. Draped around this man's neck was an A&M sweatshirt. I would have flashed my horns at him when I left, but I was too embarrassed to be from the same state as that barbarian.
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