So here I was in a part of DC that I hadn't been in in a very long time. It was early evening and I was starving and craving a crabcake sandwich. So I went to a nearby place where I had eaten "the best crabcake sandwich ever". I get to the bar order a beer and looked over the menu to find the yummy treat...
There was no crabcake sandwich to be found. My appetite quickly dissipitated, but I figured I needed to eat something, because beer in my empty stomach makes me do loopy things like talk to strangers. I ordered a cheap side order of calamari to which the bartender replied, "By the way, there's a two drink minimum".
Two drink minimuim?!?! Was this bartender nuts? Doesn't he know that I usually have a two drink maximum per week if not month?!?, So I pounded my seemingly big glass of Yeungling and ordered a Sam Adams. The five pieces of calamari arrived, and I quickly ate it hoping that it would absorb the Yeungling before I made drunken conversation to the strangers who were on their way to a Nationals game.
I got through 2/3rds of the second beer and when I got the bartender's eye, I said a bit too loudly, "Check please" and to myself "See you jackbutt - two beers, no problemo!". I should have said that last part out loud. Oh well. I guess another side effect of beer on a semi-empty stomach is blogging on the metro ride home. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
