Don't...Lie to me about beer.

My father loves the Outback Steakhouses. I do not know why but I do not question why because he is my dad and entitled to like what he likes.

So, we meet at the Outback on Wolf Road in Colonie.

(Chain restaurant, Wolf Road, Colonie. These three things are badnesses by themselves, however...together they create a tsunami (too soon?) of suck.)

My father is at the bar and tells me to get a drink. I ask the bartender for a beer list. She says that she doesn't have one of those. She then asks me what I would get when I was out someplace else. Well, it depends on my mood, and I didn't say this, but I did say "overhopped, high ABV".

"We don't have anything like that."

"So, can I see your beer list?"

"We don't have one of those."

Now, I know she has one. I have seen it. I have used it.

"Okay, I am fine."

"What would you like?"

"Nothing, I am fine."

My brother asked if something was wrong, and miraculously, I was able to keep my mouth shut.

But...when we sat down at the table, and I opened the menu...

Look at what I saw:

Yeah, it is their f***ing beer list.

Now, none of these are good beers, but they are beers.  They are on a list.

This constitutes a f***ing beer list.

So, why did the bartender (Female, brunette, mid-thirties, Sunday afternoon) lie to me?

Better question, what do I do about it?