Save the church key

Over at the incipient satellite operation I have a link to how the idiocy of beer-can chicken has morphed into something far, far worse. Worse even than the garlic roaster I spotted at Zabar’s, in fact (what, you can’t operate aluminum foil?) Now comes the counter clutter Bloomingdale’s is advertising — a machine that dispenses beer on tap. This has to be something conceived in the so-called Office of Special Plans. For the Chimp you’d like to have a brewski with. Flat beer will be greeted with flowers. And please, how soon can they introduce the pretzel maker?