Last Wednesday I had returned from a 5 day trip to Jamaica for my cousin's wedding, and while I was there, I had one of the worst beers of my entire life. Now, once I started writing my "Top 5" for this magnificent blog, I kind of made it a personal policy to not outwardly trash and drag through the mud ANY beer I had come across, no matter how much it scarred my palate. I'm not going to do that now, but the free complimentary beer that was in my mini bar was bad, bad, bad. It wasn't Red Stripe – although it should be noted to you dear readers that for whatever reason, Red Stripe/Red Stripe Light is the only beer selection on that entire island. Finding something else proved extremely difficult. There's a lot to be said about cracking open a Red Stripe while staring out into the Caribbean Sea, but that's it down there, folks. It can get old pretty quick.
