In a pub not a million miles from this very terminal, I wanted a drink one night.. Conversation went like this.

Me: What beer do you have please?

Barmaid: Eerrrr (can't type the accent but she was an Antipodean lass), we got Fosters, Forecks or Caaalsberg.

Me: No, that's lager, I mean beer, real ale please.

BM: Eeerrrrrr, weell there's Whitbread.

Me: Ah. No. Can I have a bottle of Barley Wine please?

BM: Eeeerrrrrrrrrrr,is thet hewuse red or Reisling?

Me: Bottle of cider please.

LTS