I made my way to Mercury Lounge for that photo show the other night and bore witness to a strange and jarring conversation between our pal John and the Mission-oblivious bartender:

OPJ: “Can I get P-B-R?”

MOB: “Sure.”

[MOB turns, stares at a bucket of Corona for a moment or two, and turns back towards OPJ]

MOB: “I'm sorry, I don't know that drink.”

OPJ: “P-B-R? It stands for Pabst Blue Ribbon.”

MOB: “Oh, right.”

[MOB grabs a can and cracks it open]

MOB: “That'll be four bucks.”