I was reading an article last night about fathers and sons and memories came flooding back of the time I took my son out for his first pint. Off we went to our local pub which is only two blocks from the house. I got him a Fosters He didn't like it, so I had it. Then I got him a Carling Black Label, he didn't like it, so I had it. It was the same with the 1664 Lager and Premium Dry Cider. By the time we got down to the whisky I was so smashed I could hardly push the stroller back home.