Hold on, I will get the sommelier

So we sit down in a seafood place in Fisherman’s Wharf that seems reasonable. The menu is full of seafood goodies and by 7 pm we were dreadfully tired and starving. This is the kind of place that has the nerve to charge $7.95 for a starter salad but also has plastic table cloths. AJ decides wine is order but I know that if I had a glass of wine the four of them would be carrying me back to the hotel. Chris takes a look at the menu and in typical British style asks the 18 year old waitress if she’d recommend the Pinot Noir or the Cabernet. By now, I am so slap happy I can’t stop laughing. She’s not even old enough to drink wine!!