"Milwaukee's Finest Beer" Plastic in Blatz Glass
I put a nice creamy head on that beer, just the way ricpic likes it.
The glass is a small tavern glass, just like they used to pour in Milwaukee taverns. Wisconsin people never used to say "bar" -- it was always "tavern."
Blatz was one of Milwaukee's first breweries, and was the first one to bottle and ship beer around the country. I have a large Blatz pitcher as well, which I picked up a yard sale in Wisconsin last time I was back:
You can't find that kind of stuff out here. The ubiquitous pitcher was the unit of beer you shared with friends. Do people still do that?
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Bubbler instead of water fountain.
And "soda," not "pop" in M'waukee. It's pop everywhere else in WI.
Also, people speak in beer terms of half barrels and quarter barrels -- never "kegs."
Outstanding. Now that is a refreshing optimistic fully full beer.
Yes, pitchers are done. I see them all the time.
Today something delightful happened but I'm afraid the joke is at my expense. I was leaving a building and had to pass by an office with two people at desks near the door that I pass. A woman entering the elevator as I exited jumped halfway in, we nearly collided before both backing off, there is a moment before we exchange places and the door closes, she holds the door to extend the moment and says in a loud brassy voice,
"Look at you!
Oh, my goodness, look at you.
Don't you look nice.
Your hair!
Look at you. You could be a model.
Oh, my. Look at you."
The elevator doors closed, I passed the opened office door with the man and woman laughing. They overheard the whole thing. I suspect the three know each other. "I'm getting the treatment." Their combined laughter redoubled, somehow that really was some kind of a joke.
It made me feel great I meant to say threatened. If this sexist shit doesn't stop in the next fifty years I'm going to be really delighted again I mean super pissed off.
Of course people still by pitchers. Only in cheapskate, alcoholic Wisconsin many guys buy pitchers for themselves. They're usually lonely losers. Don't jump on me chick, it's the fucking truth. Go into blue collar bars and you see these guys w/ their own pitchers all the time. Sorta sad.
We're on a way back. About to get on the road, tight fit for awhile. We picked up two extra passengers. Dropping them off in south jersey.
Only in cheapskate, alcoholic Wisconsin many guys buy pitchers for themselves. They're usually lonely losers.
What kind of attention-starved buffoon bellies up to the bar, constantly demanding staff fetch for his royal ass bottle after bottle? The kind I'll bet who buttonholes harried servers with his unceasing banter in a vain attempt to feel less of a nobody.
Safe travels, Lem. Stop for a cheesesteak in south Jersey. Food helps mourning.
Beeyooteeful!
Now I want cheesecake. Ricpic, that's exactly how my uncle says it.
Take care, Lem.
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