The thing is, this is a tab for two, and my pal that night is set up for a trip to the Gaspe Peninsula with me in less than a month. Having a few drinks, however, in San Fran is a little different from having a few drinks when you are on one of the most important and fortunate angling trips of your life. I’m sure we’ll be feeling fine in the evenings, especially if we can land a few Atlantic salmon (hell, one would be fine with me), but I also imagine we’ll keep it in check and take advantage of our wonderful opportunity. Countdown has officially began. Thought all of you would get a laugh at this one and maybe even recall some great nights in your life when the food to beer/liquor percentage was similar to this. Make sure to find the name of our server on the receipt. Ironic, isn’t it?