Just got back last night from a fantastic family trip to North Carolina. More postings on that in the near future.
We found ourselves in Memphis Saturday evening at about supper time with two hours until boarding time, so we sauntered into a Memphis Blues-themed restaurant right there in the airport and had a real, sit-down meal right amidst all the hustle and bustle of a cross country sojourn with kids in tow.
The menu was promising, and the prices seemed reasonable---- for the locale. Just down the concourse they were selling single BBQ sandwiches for $7.50, so an entree on a real plate with real side dishes for $9.99 seemed like a steal. Consequently, I ordered a .5 litre (normal pints are about .4) glass of Stella Artois, which they had on tap. There was no price listed, which should have raised my suspicion. Should have.
Oh well, it was the end of our vacation, and the beer tasted like the very nectar of the gods... so golden, so crisp, so mellow and round. Mila happily helped me make it disappear, and then we decided to order another one.
The punchline: each beer cost $9.49. Do the math.