It is a rarity to spend time with M during the week in the daylight. We just have those lives – I work the day shift, he works the evenings. So I see him before I go to bed, and he gets cranky when I fail at being quiet in the mornings.
This is grown up living, folks.
M ordered the Sawtooth that was tapped with nitrous or something along those lines. The pour had about two inches of foam, which gives the unsuspecting drinker the beerstache. I went with the Paulaner Hefeweisen, since the other light beer the server suggested was Molson Canadian. Yeah… no to that.