Still time to get Happy, martini fans

The closest I've ever seen my wife drunk was on an evening that we were dining at Scratch. We'd spent a few minute beforehand tipping martinis at Bistango. Or, I should say, she and our friend Tim did (I'm not a big Martinin fan). I noticed during dinner that her smile was just a bit bigger, her eyes just a bit wider, her normal tendency toward exhuberance was just a bit more pronounced.

So let that be a lesson to all of you: You can, and should, take advantage of Bistango's Happy Hour. Maybe even tonight. But you can't hide from what might happen next. Especially when your loving spouse is there to bear witness.