My fave Bryant St draft house story is the time I ordered a beer with my mozzie sticks. Mozzie sticks came, but no beer, and I thought maybe if I was patient it would eventually come out.

Movie goes on and my friend ordered a second drink and I thought I would too, since my first never came. Ordered and nothing came. It’s getting into the last third or so of the movie and I decided to write a note on the order card, “ordered 2 beers, but none came, why no beers?” Well, wouldn’t you know it, that did the trick! I had a beer delivered to me and I was happy as a clam.

I drink probably about 1/2 of the beer when out of nowhere the wait staff delivers a second beer. My friend and I chuckle about it, but hey, I’m not upset, I have a fresh beer for when I finish the first.

The movie is in the final act at this point and I maybe have 1/3 of my second beer left when again, out of nowhere, a third, unordered beer is delivered to my seat. Cue stifled laughter from my friend and me, and even the stranger sitting next to me who has noticed the steady flow of pints to my recliner.

While I had to pay for all 3 beers, I will always be thankful for the poor draft house service ensuring I was good and drunk for the last scenes of Wakanda Forever.

Common ground ceased to exist when sentient fatberg Newt Gingrich and house republicans took control in the 90s.

Leave it as is, it’s how I test how well everything is tied down on my rack and trailer. /s

He was wearing a spit mask.