I glance quickly at the chalkboard, go and sit at a table, and order the Alesmith triple IPA. A couple of minutes later, a very cool waitress puts the glass on my table and says “logical choice”. Slightly confused I ponder her remark for some time. Then I go back to the chalkboard. It’s the name of the beer 
On a similar vein, I will often refuse to order a beer by its name when I feel the name is stupid.