Went to Wolfley's for dinner last night. My girlfriend spotted two seats on the far corner of the bar and headed towards them. The guy next to one of the seats seemed to be trying to secure that stool but she just sat down and said, "Hi there!" It took me a second to realize it was Mark Grace. He was eating a pretty rare patty melt and pounding Blue Moons or some Hefe or something. He had fruit in it. He was cool, though. He and his friend (who looked familiar, too but I couldn't place him) eventually moved to the other side of the bar because they were expecting a friend and we took his seat.