Where are the fricken witnesses?

First, I've returned to a point in life where I can take alcoholic refreshment.
Second, it may be the weeks of deprivation, but I'm branching out. Last week it was May bock.
This week, when I visited my favourite Salem bistro even sans spouse, it was wheat bock. A very creditable bock it was, too.

And there is no one to record my adventures in bock-land but Michael the principal barkeep.

Oh, the humanity!!