After ponying up $25 for a beer and a hard solo for my far better half over the weekend, I’m reminded about why I don’t go out and drink anymore.
Maybe if every pub and venue incorporated the stock exchange bar system that used to be in Melbourne back in the day, I’d be far more inclined to venture out and sample the night life a little more. Because in 2024 there’s so much more I prefer to buy for $25 than a schooner of German Ale and an alcoholic lemon thing..