So, I walk into this shop with a big sign out the front saying “LIQUOR”, walk through rows and rows of wine and spirits, get to the back of the shop and return to the front. I then inquire as to whether they have beer.
“You want beer?” “Yes, beer.” “No. They have that next door, at the chemist.” This is accompanied by a look that implies I must be insane trying to buy beer in a liquor store.
Sure enough, the chemist does indeed sell beer. I got some Yuengling, which despite its strange name claims to be America’s oldest brewery and is actually quite good. Curiously, they don’t state the alcohol content or number of standard drinks anywhere on the packaging, although there is a long warning from the surgeon general.