Kiko asked for a table away from the bar. Out the window, yellow light illuminated part of Bob and Bab’s pen; inside, lights advertising beer glowed, and signs depicting the same beverages lined the walls. When Dom ordered a Golden Goose Egg the waitress shook her head.
“We don’t have that,” she said. “But we have other Mount Angus on tap.”
“Try the Fattened Gerbil,” said Kiko. “That one always wins awards.” When Dom stared at him he grinned. “Buddy Miller likes out-there names.”
“It’s like he got the memo beer names should be clever and then failed anyway,” said Dom after he’d ordered one and the waitress left. He was staring at the list of beers on tap. “Amber Submarine. Death and Taxidermy. Muddy Angus.”
“He’s very proud of the name for that one,” said Kiko. “The label is a cow half
