At a very remote gas station, relatively in the middle of nowhere, I found Dexter beer, Presidente. Although I would have preferred a six-pack, beggars can’t be choosers, and so I gladly took a 22-oz tall boy for my indulgence. Typically, this stuff isn’t really sold outside of Florida, although you never know where else one might stumble upon it. Ironically, this Dominican pilsner isn’t really that great, but because it’s simply known as the Dexter beer, do I still find it so appealing.
