Just sat down at my local old firehouse-turned-pub. Walking in, I pass a room with a few coolers full of beer. I learn its an attached "bottle shop". So I'm thinking there's going to be a beer list at the table. We sit down, no beer list. So I ask the waitress if there is one. Nope. But she can tell me what's on tap. Ok. I'll bite. What's on tap? Every variant of Budweiser known to man and yuengling, coors, and Guinness. I'm pretty depressed at this point. Then she said, "oh! And southern tier!" My eyes light up. "What kind", I ask. "The original". Oh. Now I'm depressed again. Whatever ill have that. Whatever it is. So I'm drinking an "original" southern tier. Which is an IPA of some sort. So it's a small win on a gamble.