When you're drunk, everything tastes good, right?!\n\nWRONG!\n\nGranted, I'm probably one of the very few drunk idiots that would actually waltz into a restaurant at damn near 2am and order a plate of Asian-style duck. Really, who does that?! A grave mistake on my part, and a horror that I've been trying to forget.\n\nThe flavor of the duck was only so-so, and the bok choy was even less appealing. The only thing I actually liked about the dish was the plain white rice and the apricot sauce. If you're not a frequent connoisseur of the water fowl, a word to the wise: those little birds have more bones than you can shake a stick at! As I'm sure you can imagine, that spells frustration and near death for a drunk person, who is already far more likely to do something stupid like, oh...I dunno...CHOKE!\n\nSo, while the boyfriend enjoyed every last bit of a heaping serving of spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread, yours truly was stuck dissecting a weird bird that didn't even taste that great. Just because you're drunk in the wee hours of the morning and desperate for food, don't try to be a cool kid like me and order some fancy sounding dish that will leave you unsatisfied. The only thing worse than a hungry drunk is a drunk that's angry, to boot.