Ahhhh, the "50". I remember as a little rugrat, visiting the homeland with me dad in Dublin. It was the mid fifties just prior to the transition to aluminum kegs. There they sat, two wooden casks up on the bar; one full of porter, the other, stout. A pint of half each was called a "50". Damn, it must have tasted good, cuz you sure couldn't get dad outta there. Sometimes good things "DO" come to an end. Coors Lite anyone?
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Ahhhh, the "50". I remember as a little rugrat, visiting the homeland with me dad in Dublin. It was the mid fifties just prior to the transition to aluminum kegs. There they sat, two wooden casks up on the bar; one full of porter, the other, stout. A pint of half each was called a "50". Damn, it must have tasted good, cuz you sure couldn't get dad outta there. Sometimes good things "DO" come to an end. Coors Lite anyone?
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