A Negative Nancy I’m (typically) not, but I bought and attempted to drink a bottle of wine the other night that gave me no choice. It cost $11 so I didn’t have huge expectations other than drinkability.
It makes Two Buck Chuck taste like Opus One. It'll result in a call to your dentist asking for a mouth transplant and will defy your faith in the sheer pleasure that is cheap red table wine.
The man who sold it to me at my corner wine shop assured me that it “goes great with pizza.” Au contraire, mi amigo. It goes well with a lobotomy.