One Last Drink

Monday, June 1

A day for celebration, for several of us at work--for me, because it was my last day gainfully employed for the near future. We decided drinks were in order, and set about figuring out where the scene was on a Monday night in San Diego. It’s hard to admit you’re not as “cool” as perhaps you once were, but I did not know a happening spot off the top of my head. Undaunted, I relied on my homeboy Google to provide the 411. I found that several dedicated Yelp patrons suggested PB Bar and Grill for beginning of the week festivities, and I passed the information to my coworkers. I waved off their doubts, maintaining faith in my fellow Yelpers, and we set about meeting up there after work.

We pushed a few tables together by the window and bravely ordered some sushi. Kevin liked the place because you could smoke, which is his metric for a classy establishment. All was well until everyone across from me told me NOT to turn around. There’s only one thing to do when people tell you that, which is to turn around. So I did. And came face to face with a cockroach. I was able to quickly identify it because I had an apartment in Jersey for several years. This one was of the super-huge variety, well over seven feet long, and it quickly made his intentions known--to eat my brain and lay eggs in our stacked purses. Thinking fast, I screamed like a little girl and grabbed the purses out of his path. I didn’t feel bad because I don’t think anyone heard me over Dave.

The waitress rushed over to see why an entire table of people were curled up in the fetal position in their plastic chairs. When we explained the reason behind not wanting to put our feet on the floor, she got us a round of drinks on the house. How nice of her!

So I am definitely giving this place five stars on Yelp.