Pot, middy, half-pint, schooner, pint, imperial pint — the world is burning and I am so tired of arguing over the correct Australian beer size. The generations-long debate is almost as boring as whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza, or naming a battered slice of wet potato: scallop or cake? Well, it’s Friday and I officially do not care anymore.
As a Melburnian, I’ve been taunted several times by Sydney bartenders when I’ve tried to order a pot