It’s been a while, but Monday nights at Rascals used to be a solid time. The jukebox had a good selection, pool tables were open, and of course, dollar drafts. Including Guinness. Living in Chicago now, a Guinness runs me $ 4 – 6. Paying a buck for a Guinness is a treat; paying ten bucks for ten of them is sublime. The Russian judge deducted a star for the bartender’s failing to remember us. Carding your regulars might explain why there’s no one there to begin with, ma’am.