I kind of feel bad for the 16 year olds trying to get beer these days. Other than stealing and getting your older sibling to get you beer, it's probably pretty tough.
Back in the day it was a lot easier. Two of the top places were Al Mantini's (corner of 100 and Boot Road) and New Haven Pizza in West Chester.
At New Haven Pizza, we'd pull up and have my friend Rich go in. He had fake ID.
He'd say, "I'll take two sixes of Gennesee Cream Ale, one Miller ponies, One Miller regular, two sixes of moose head, three sixes of Bud and one six of Mickey's?"
They'd say, "Pull around back". And we'd all drive our cars to the back where they'd load it in.
The first place I got served was at the Wayside Tavern on 322 in Downingtown. I went when I was 16. I wore this Irish suede cap because I thought it would make me look older. In a really confident deep voice I said, "How ya doin' Buddy. Let's see here. (a little drum tap on the bar)..How about two sixes of Moosehead? Yeah that should do it." I'd point to the six packs gun style with a shooting motion on "do it".
I started going in regularly and got more and more cocky, .."Yeah. I just moved into the Norwood House apartments. Not a bad place...some of the neighbors are a-holes. Like I'm worked the nightshift so I try to sleep during the day? Forget it." I think I might have even said that "Me and the Misses moved there"..but that might have been an after the fact story embellisment.
He was totally on to me but I think he was so embarrassed that he fell for it that he let me go in one more time. He asked, "Do you have any ID"
"Let me see here....I can't believe it. I think I left it in my office."
"Get the hell out of here!"
And that.. was the end of that.