You can get a flight at Bellwood's for (I think) $9. I suggest Hellwood's (like beer made from espresso!) combined with one of the lighter beers (fortune cookie, so fresh) and a sour beer (I like the mash pipe but it is a serious not-normal strange thing) for the neapolitan ice cream of alcoholism.
And not like Chapman's or PC. Like a mother who carefully blended her breast milk with a prized cow's and churned it in the root cellar under Green Gables.
I've never had problems with waiting but I tend to go on weeknights, when I've found the servers to be smart and sweet.