I remember a day back in college, on a road trip to Virginia with some friends. We were staying in a cheap motel, and of course, drinking cheap beer.
Being one not to judge with cheap beer, I expected to be drinking that watered down beer I was so used to the entire trip. That was, until someone walked in with a case of Yuengling.
I had no idea what this weirdly named beer was, but was pleasantly surprised by it, a cheap-beer that was actually pretty good.
For years, I flocked to it. Every trip in the mid-Atlantic involved drinking it pretty constantly and driving back a case or two home.
Living in DC now, Yuengling, the “oldest brewer in America” sounds like a pretty solid bet and because of that is a featured pour at most bars in town.
But no more.
I don’t care that Yuengling is cheap. I don’t care that it’s a decent beer. What I do care about is how a company that makes a product I purchase treats its workers.