There's a bar off the beach in (I believe) Sarasota that's a quasi-tiki bar. They serve Mai Tais that have so much booze in them that they will only allow you to order two in a single visit. I managed to talk the bartender into giving me a third because I'm a a smooth son of a b#### that can handle his booze. This was before dinner.
Wife and I went back after dinner and it looked like the NYE party in "New Jack City." I think I was the only white person there, but it was tough to tell with the dim lighting and the 63,219 cigarettes burning simultaneously. At least 50% of the other bar patrons looked like they were strapped.
The bartender recognized me from earlier and shot me an unmistakable "this is not your crowd" look. So, I sat down and had two more Mai Tais. I told the guy next to me that I was on my fifth of the day, hoping to earn his respect as a hell-raiser myself. He seemed about as impressed as he would have been if I had told him I had cut my own meat at dinner.
I tried chatting with a couple of other dudes, but they looked at me with the same disdain with which I imagine they look at that stubborn turd fragment that refuses to go down after 3 flushes. Reluctantly, I paid my tab and left.
I have no idea what this place is called. Ring any bells to anyone?