That is a picture of what it looks like in a can. However, the place we stumbled into in all of its American glory with said navy dudes, had it on tap for happy hour. I couldn't tell you their names, but they wouldn't let us pay for a single drink, making the night reminiscent of a night when Rocky was bar tending at Hailey's. So, for those of you who don't know what that means, it means you spend the night laughing so hard, dancing around to the Beatles, and stumbling home because lord knows you should NOT drive. In our case, all of the above happened except we took our selves home in a taxi.
Good times, not to be had too often!!