The whiney rich kid would tell his analyst his mother wouldn't buy him any more Nightcap and it ruined his life. Heck, I long for some nostalgia trips myself. My dad used to buy a hometown Chicago beer, probably the cheapest, in big quart bottles, called Meister Brau. (Master Brew.) It was the first beer I ever sipped, and he was easygoing about my having some from the refrigerator. I can still taste it and no artisan brew comes anywhere close. Its hops were not just tasty but had a special twang.