It's time for a story.
At about the 3/4 point of the previous Century your correspondent was a resident of the fair country of Denmark, they of conservative social norms and no laws to speak of governing what you might choose to watch on film or live in a theatre. But I digress.
The fine capital city in which said occasional rowdy matriculated had two major breweries; Carlsberg and Tuborg.
Having the costumes on hand to be able to pass as a stupid American tourist, Friday nights generally kicked off with a brewery tour. Whether the several guides recognized us or not, they never let on.
Said tour of course ended in a large beer hall, er, tasting room where the hosts had thoughtfully put out little national flags of the guests.
Those islamic country flags were zeroed in on, where our heroes very thoughtfully traded the soft drinks given them as a share of the whole for the more tasty beverages that the Prophet might frown upon.
SKOL!
Bill