Strong stuff. Sam was very tempted to say. He wasn't a lightweight and he could handle things that could and would knock him into next week, but he reminded himself of what he didn't want up end up being. Drooling. So instead he said, "I wouldn't mind mulling over a good beer for starts."
Damn. She was ... Sam forced his mind back on track. "They are. And they make a habit of it. I remember when I first showed up here, wanted something that could make paint peel ... then cry, sadly, or maybe luckily, they didn't have anything that good. But the service is nice and the glasses are clean. So, I'm not about to complain. Much."