Deeeelish. Especially when served fresh, on draft. You could drink four or five of these easily. And then you could try to get cash out of the ATM and type in the PIN for a different card, and have the machine eat your card for 'security,' but thankfully you still had the other card. Then you could go buy some Ben & Jerry's, put it in a bag with your phone and hop in a cab and when you roll down the window to... express yourself down the side of the cab. The cab driver gets pissed and pulls over on the side of the interstate and hands you a roll of towels and says 'get to work.' Then you could come home (after giving the guy a nice tip) and leave a trail of clothes from the front door, up the stairs, into the bathroom, into the bedroom, back down the stairs because you forgot to take some advil and drink some water, back up the stairs, and then wake up the next morning and be scared that your phone was lost because you can't find it, only to use Find My iPhone and discover that it's in the plastic bag with the ice cream in the middle of the yard. Then you get to work two hours late because now you're the boss and you're not allowed to take vacation for Christmas because everybody else already requested it and there has to be someone 'at the desk.' So you spend the day tellin' lies on the AHA forum and dreaming of a full English breakfast, hot cup of tea and staying as far away as possible from Hardcore IPA.