Say what?

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.

Submissions may be sent to steakhouse@hamms-hat.com so that you can be preserved in the annals of Internet ridiculousnessness. Please include the time and place and your fratname, if applicable (if you don’t know what that is, ask Moose.)

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