Hmmm....I've had really good beef on weck at the Bar-Bill Tavern in East Aurora. Good times. At a local watering hole...got some stink eye and unkind comments from a table of locals. Country song on the jukebox had finished and I got a handful of quarters out of the change machine next to it. Loaded up Hole's Violet for about a dozen times in a row. We bid the crowd adieu as we left... "...you should learn when to go..." Too funny.