Darcy and I are meeting her siblings at The Albert for dinner tonight, and I’m torn about my beer order. The draft list is un-inspi(red) — 420 is their most interesting tap handle — so what’s a man to do?

I’m following my shirt’s advice and drinking cheap. 24 ounces of fizzy yellow street cred for $4.

Thank you Pabst for being there when I need you.