I was reading an article last night about fathers and daughters and memories came flooding back of the time I took my daughter out for her first pint.
Off we went to our local pub which is only two blocks from the house. I got her a Fosters. She didn’t like it…so I had it.
Then I got her a Carling Black Label, she didn’t like it… so I had it.
It was the same with the 1664 Lager and Premium Dry Cider. By the time we got down to the Scotch I could hardly push the stroller back home.