Finally found me some SW Old Fitz today ...
There are like 5 guys behind the counter.
"Why you care about zees?"
Panic. Do not want them to change the price. One guy is checking the basement.
And finding more!
"My grandfather made this ... "
I explain BIB and DSP 16. My grandfather worked there. That is why I want it.
Of course this is total bullshit. The drunk crazies are into it, though. The Old Fitz bottles start collecting on the counter. More and more (200 and 375 ml) come up from the basement. Bros are checking ... "You eediot, he said DSP 16 not DSP 1 ..."
"Sheeit," one says, "your granddad made that shit?"
"Damn straight," I say.
Oh well. No regrets. And of course it is good.