The Wolf: “Yes, I’m sure someone will come through here shortly to advise me to check my yichus, as someone who doesn’t like beer certainly isn’t Jewish… :: rolling my eyes ::”
Years ago, as a teenager, I went into a deli and ordered a corned beef on rye – with ketchup. (I hated mustard, and I still do.) The lady behind the counter looked at me strangely and asked, “Are you sure you’re Jewish?” I guess it’s better not to mess with people’s expectations.