Every lounge serves beer. It's what they're there for — to quench the thirst of the weary consultant or salesman unwinding before this Thursday night flight back to Chicago or wherever. The Lufthansa lounge at JFK serves beer too, but you wouldn't find Bud Lite or Coors Light or any swill like that. (In fact, attempting to brew Budweiser in Germany would be illegal under the country's quality laws.) And they don't serve it in the highball glasses you'll find in lounges from here to Detroit to Denver. The Lufthansa lounges serve Spaten. In steins. The way beer is meant to be served. (Now, if only it weren't foam all the time.)

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