Size matters

When I go out for a beer, I am looking for a pint, that is, sixteen ounces. So, when a taproom replaces its glassware with an obvious smaller serving unit, it is annoying. It is not just about the shrinkflation that goes with charging the same price for a smaller measure — it is the smaller measure itself.

My brain and stomach are expecting sixteen ounces to enjoy over a period of at least one hour while I do my writing. It works well. The pint lasts until I am done writing, or at least get to a good stopping point. But a serving of fourteen-and-a-half ounces, or whatever it is, presents a dilemma: either the piece is left hanging — or I have to order a second beer — which helps neither the writing nor my wallet — and I end up consuming more alcohol as a result. I would rather pay more for a full pint. And if prices rise to an unacceptable level, I will just have to do my writing elsewhere.