My friend Jane and I meet every four weeks or so for lunch in Louisville, Kentucky. One of our favorite places to go is The Irish Rover, where we can get fish and chips or a cheese plate or Guinness beef stew in a bread bowl or bangers and mash.
The fact that we can also get a vast choice of excellent beers, stouts, and ales is quite beside the point. QUITE beside the point.
Nevertheless, we were amused to see this sticker on a trash receptacle:
The last time we hit The Rover, I chose Bell's Two Hearted Ale. We had tried it before and judged it too sharp for what we were eating that day, but I thought it would be just the thing with fish and chips. And I was right. Um mum mum mum mum mum.
Now I'm looking forward to our next visit, to see what the server suggests. I might choose anything from a pale winter wheat to a nearly black stout. Jane will choose according to her food order; we might get the same thing, or we might get different things. Then we'll crawl walk down the street to Vint coffee shop and caffeinate ourselves.
Life is good.
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