On a hot summer night I walked into a funky Hollywood dive that's become a hipster hangout. The place is older than dirt, darker than dark, with red leather seating and a great juke box. The bartender that night was a tall buff hottie with conversational skills. She asked me what I wanted. I said, "First it must be cold, second, I'm not kidding about the cold, third, New Castle Brown." She said, "I don't serve beer any other way." I said, "I love you." She said, "Let's get married." We laughed and I drank a delicious cold beer.