(And, the number of times I've asked for a Savanna with ice and lemon and just had the bottle placed on the bar in front of me not even a glass.)
Could it be that the bar men in Botswana know a thing or two about the proper serving of beer that is lost upon the Greeks, a nation which, while clinging to the civilization of Europe behave more and more like the mad mullahs of the Turkish bazaars in Constantinople?