Pilsner

Give me a pilsner!

I am an optimist at bottom, with a superficial coating of pessimism, which thaws near a piano, a pretty girl, or a glass of Pilsner.

We drink Pilsners as we walk, and Denton doesn’t try to hide his when Chicken George drives by.

She would have liked to eat Mary’s Friday meatballs and maybe even drink a Pilsner or three with Silje.