I’m away with my son on the mountain biking weekend of a lifetime. Having a blast. Haven’t killed myself yet. Good times.

We stroll into a cafe in a micro-village that’s a close to the middle of nowhere as you can get 🇩🇪⛰️🌳

And they’ve got this on our table.

And every table…

I pick up the bottle (in wonderment) then beckon the waiter.

“Who is the resident Bitcoiner? Chad me up.” (In German - honest 👀)

He says “Bitcoin? Nein, zis is jast gin.”

Me: “No. Look. #buythesip 👈See that? And the 🚀? And the 📡 ? 👉 Easter eggs.”

Him: “Can I go now?”