The King of Pointland

Belgian Cowboy

A note on the weekend: if you get a chance, visit the Saloon, located in D.C. at 1205 U St NW. You will find the assortment of Belgian beer quite divine -- if a little dear -- and the atmosphere pleasant. And should your waiter be a distinguished looking older gentleman of slim build with salt-and-pepper hair and a bushy mustache, then, my friend, you are in for quite a treat. He is amiable, witty, astute, and kind.

What, you may wonder, would happen if one of your drinking companions, having had a few too many beers, accidentally dropped an expensive pilsner glass in an excruciatingly protracted process, the glass first breaking into several fragments upon hitting an empty chair, and then, after a pause during which time stopped and the entire restaurant silently waited with baited breath, those fragments shattered against the floor in a further explosion?

If that were to happen, this is what your waiter would do: he would give the young lady who broke the glass a fresh draught of hefeweizen, on the house.