Courtesy of the Shanghai Pudong Airport.
I'm usually okay with Tsingtao, but the keg where this pint came from must have been sitting around since the the Long March. It reminded me of a can of warm, flat Nat Light on a Sunday morning after game day. I couldn't force it down and in the end, I had to leave it behind in Shanghai like a wounded soldier.
Additing insult to wound - it was 12USD!!!!
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