I asked for a hefeweizen at a small town bar once. The toothless female bartender slammed her fist down on the bar and yelled, "We ain't got no godamned whatever-you-just-said. Bud or Coors!".
Step back and ask yourself, "wHaT wOuLd ChAoTiC dO?" Careful though, if some fat, drunk, sweaty local steps on your foot, you may have to buy their entire supply of Keystone.
There is a bar in my town that serves PBR drafts for 50 cents on Thursdays.For that price i love them.
That there wasn't 20 plus fixies parked out front, no ironic mustaches and beards on all the clients and there wasn't empty packs of American Spirits all around didn't clue you in that they didn't serve PBR tallboys?
Come on down to East Atlanta, drown you in you that shit. $2.75 pitchers at the Flatiron on Tuesdays. Usually only one fixi, one Mercury 'stache and the occasional BSA.
Gawd, I wish I wasn't too lazy to change Steeltoe's name. That describes him well. Well, actually he's more PBR in a guiness glass. Eh.