I have a chronic beef (pun) with people who insist that drinking wine is the be-all and end-all of civilised society. Every sip of wine that has ever been offered to me tastes like stale grape juice, or worse. I'll take a good, cold Dr. Brown's Black Cherry or Frank's Cherry Wishniak over the finest Bordeaux, and a bottle of Canada Dry Ginger Ale over the classiest Pouilly Fuisée. And if I wanna get stoned, I'll cook something nice with marijuana in it.
Ah, the Stink of Rotten Grapes