In Philadelphia, when you order a lager at a bar and don’t specify a brand, it’s assumed you’re ordering a Yuengling.

When we were up here apartment hunting, I ordered a “Yuengling” at a restaurant. The waitress looked at me kinda funny and said, “sure, a lager, okay.” Turns out, if you want a Yuengling and don’t want to look like a dumbass, order a “lager.”

Another beer fact I’m getting used to: you can’t buy beer at convenience stores, grocery stores, etc. In Philly, they have state licensed beer distributors. And there are only a few of these places in town. So, either you stock up, or only drink beer at restaurants. I stocked up.

A few years back, My Special Lady bought me a kegerator for my birthday. It’s a half fridge with a tap on top and it fits one keg. I was a little worried it would be a pain in the ass to get a keg from a beer distributor, but it was quite the opposite. It was like ordering a friggin’ pizza.

I called the place and ordered a keg of “lager.” 30 minutes later, the beer guy showed up with a keg of Yuengling. Perfect.