Hi
Sounds great. Fresh fish, beer and the beach. I've never been able to look at an oyster and not think of bronchitis, so I'm with you there. Thank God nobody ever stood a jar of pickled eggs on the bar either, the breeze should gently rustle through grass skirts not tear through like a couple of pints of napalm!
I can understand salty snacks, getting you to drink more, but pickled eggs? Just encouraged showboating and with the overconfidence of 15 pints inside saw many nightclub visits cancelled because somebody had a family emergency or suddenly rushed out the door, looking pale, and rolled down the street with that familiar John Wayne gait on the way home.
Ah, happy days
Cheers!
Rich