We have a special tradition at The Brass Rail dating back to The Battle of Blanc Mont Ridge of WWI (you have doubts?! Ask The Hoff.) — if you are the lucky recipient of the last Hamm’s in a case of Hamm’s, you win. Boy do you win. I’m not talking about a brand new car, or a set of steak knives — I’m talking about a hat. And not just any hat, a Hamm’s hat. So put on that hat, and wear it with pride.
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