This evening I went to a small farm-town bar that has a micro brewery. They had three micro-beers on tap;
I order the "Red Ale". It comes back really deep red, maybe just dark. I can't tell the bar is dark. I'm at a table. The chairs at the table are hard and lumpy and not all that comfy for enjoying a beer after a 13 hr day.
I order my dinner and tell the waiter I'm moving to the bar. I get my food eat it all down as I am starving. Finish my beer. Then I order another "Red Ale".....
I'm not paying attention during the pour, but my "Red Ale" is a solid red. I'm like OK, I must have gotten the bock before. Not a big deal.
I order my 3rd.... The barkeep pulls the bock tap. I'm like, "Hey I want a red!" He's like "Yah I know...." Then he shuts off the tap when the glass is 1/3 full. He slides down to the "Miller Lite" and tops it off!!!!!
I'm like WTF is that????? He' like. That's how we make them.
He asks if I still want it, I'm yah Ok and I laugh it off (EAC attititude is barely suppressed - Think big Harley-Dude, prolly not worth pissin' off).
He said "We are out of Red Ale right now so that's how we have to make them."
I drink it down then say, OK I'd like to try the wheat.
He goes we are out of that too.
I guess you can't pass off a wheat mixing bock with some other beer.