We were out at MacGregor's Ale House, in Cary, last Friday night (Good Friday), drinkin beers, swearin, whatever. The topic of being cut off by bartenders came up, and I recalled that the only time I'd ever been cut off was on Good Friday, 1994, at a bar also called MacGregor's - but this one was 677 miles north, in Rochester NY. My girlfriend and I both had the day off from work, so we spent our day barhopping. We were cut off at MacGregor's before the sun went down. I'm smarter now - wiser, at least - so, there weren't any incidents, this time. Nobody got cut off - they brought us as many Blue Moons as we could handle: 0 for me, about 400 for the rest of the group.

While we were there, I ordered a "grouper sandwich". It was delicious, but it weren't no grouper. A grouper is a big fish - the fillets are nearly always an inch thick, or more. And it's like $19/lb at the store up the road from the bar. No, this fish was a skinny little thing that looked more like sole or some anonymous Asian catfish. Oh well, no biggie. Like I said, it was delicious. But, after reading this article, I wonder if I should have had the chicken wings instead... ?