I needed a beer for a marinade Thursday night, so I walked to the corner store to get the cheapest single I could find. Imagine my delight when it was the tall-boy Budweiser in the can. So classy. As Lionel Richie sang “All Night Long” overhead, I felt compelled to tell the clerk it was to cook with. I don’t think he cared. Imagine my even greater delight when he actually put it in the brown paper bag that’s made especially for cheap adult beverages.
Am I too classy to live in a major European city? Maybe. Just maybe.