On the way home, we decided that the only thing that we really wanted for dinner was a margarita, so we whipped by Costco, got margarita mix (I know, I'm too lazy to go hunt down the proper ingredients just now), and busted out the bottle of awesome tequila that
estudioso gave us a couple of years ago. Salmonberg just didn't seem like a good place to drink margaritas, but whoa, this is the place and the time for sure. Bonus: although I didn't have any rim salt in the house, the crust left over in my beard from the ocean is doing quite nicely, thank you! 