Beer for the Road Turned Into the Truman Show
My brother was good enough to offer to take me to the airport today. As is our tradition, we decided to head out early and have a beer or two at the town’s local bar — I don’t dare call it a pub or watering hole, it’s just a bar.
It’s called The Court Jester and has been a part of our town’s lore for a little less than forever. After the original owner died, his open casket was set up on the long, shiny wooden bar and people passed through and drank shots bidding him farewell. Everyone drank for free that day and suffice it to say, no one left sober.
Since then it has been the place where you always just pop up to (we go “up town” in Freehold) and grab a beer or five and some wings — the best wings in New Jersey.
I was temporarily banned from the establishment when I learned they had changed out their traditional pint glasses for smaller “pint” glasses. One Christmas, I was surprised at how quickly I was tearing through pints. I decided to do some investigative drinking. I brought a proper pint glass (16 ounces) from home and ordered a 12-ounce Miller Lite.
I then poured that beer into the Jester’s pint glass and it almost filled it. I then ordered another one…
