Look at that beauty, just sitting there, looking all sexy and shit. Her name is Heineken, a very popular damsel, renowned for silky smooth texture and how she slides down your throat effortlessly.
I must admit that I'm not exactly a big fan of hers because she costs slightly more than my preferred brand but every now and then, I like to indulge in what the elites drink.
I drank this beauty yesterday in a sitout at a clandestine bar called Landforce in Kaduna. The bartender walked over with a sad face because he was about to give me the sad news about my favourite brand not being available. To make matters worse, my second and third CHEAPER options weren't available so I had to "manage" this expensive bottle of beer.
So there I was, sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair that had seen better days and preparing to drink my third favourite beer on a hot afternoon. I don't know if it was because of the hot sun or the fact that this bottle of beer was delightfully cold but it put a smile on my face.
That's a positive reaction if I've ever known one and hell, I ended up drinking two more to confirm it wasn't a fluke. It wasn't a fluke and this is how this Beer moved up the rank to become my second favourite beer.
