February is almost over. You deserve a drink. A big one.
It's happy hour somewhere. We promise.
Dear liver: Good luck, and I'm sorry.
You say "drinking habit" like it's a bad thing.
Brunch without booze is just a sad, late breakfast.
Screw your New Year's resolutions. Let's drink!
The best crab I've ever had was hand-caught in Desolation Sound, British Columbia. And by hand-caught, I mean my shipmate chased it through the shallows and grabbed it with his bare hands just off a narrow strip of beach on Cortes Island.
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