Taz: Examine bar.

On the counter, you notice two unopened bottles of PINFALL FUEL and an ambrosian meat slab, cooked just the way you like it: RAW.

You can't settle in for a nice meal right now, though. You have an appointment, and that appointment consists of laying a MENTAL SMACKDOWN in the general direction of a loudly televised, obnoxious in-group heresy.