Funny story....bear with me...
We are in Dachau, Germany maybe 25 years ago for a family trip having spent the morning at the Concentration Camp. There is the town of Dachau not far from the camp where we get lunch.
My Dad looks at the menu and orders a Radler. The waiter looks at him like he is an absolute wuss basically implying that only women drink Radlers (it was a lemonade-type...probably like a Summer Shandy). Anyway...my Dad gets it and enjoys it, but whenever I see Radler's, I think of the disgusted and disappointed look on that waiters face.
Also, to bring an appropriate somber tone to a post involving Dachau, my father was in the military in the late-60s/early-70s and had visited Dachau at that time as well. When we visited in the mid-90s, there were trees/forests all around it, but when he visited 20+ years earlier, he said it was still all open fields around the camp, making escape pretty much impossible.
Anyway...back to NJ as the best place to live.