One fine holiday my aunt and uncle came to visit toting two small and lovely children and a six pack of Chile Beer. My uncle, it seemed, had rather taken a liking to the stuff. Throughout his stay here, he downed all but one bottle, and in his haste to be away with his small children, that they might be properly rested to attend school the next morning, he forgot that one behind. When he was still here, enjoying his beverage I ventured to try a small taste of his as I expected there'd be no other opportunity to do so in my near future. Shortly after I experienced a heart burn dissimilar to and harsher than any I'd known before. Chili Beer, it would seem, is a highly corrosive substance to which only the strongest of guts can withstand, and for this reason, it will remain in the back of my refrigerator for many months to come.