The Tavern is supplied with the very best and purest, brought in flasks on Angel's shoulders. But there are other, lesser tipples that even nice folk enjoy. It is to be regretted when it does what it is not meant to.
I like a whiskey. And even that American brew, Jim Beam, despite it not having the cachet of fine Highland single malt.
But even I can weep at the waste. First, lightning struck a Jim Beam warehouse in Kentucky.
Then, hundreds of gallons of bourbon poured into a retention pond and caught fire.
Finally, forceful winds brought the fire into the sky, creating a firenado.
Oh the Humanity.
Drink here in the Tavern.