No, but I've had dinner and drinks with Doug and Margueritte at the Castle Club in the mountains on the road to Mocha and I thought it was very special... each time.
My wife and I went riding on Friday night and we had a wonderful plate of rainbow sashimi (it's pieces of white tuna, salmon and blood red yellowfin laid out so as to present a "rainbow") It was prepared by a Japanese chef with some sort of squid and cucumber appetizer, all of which we ate with our hashi so as not to offend our hosts... but I don't suppose any of that would be spiritually meaningful to a ill-bred nouveau dirt-bag like yourself.
By the way, I've been to a million beach bars ya' little asshole. Any fool knows that the high prices generally mean that the drinks and the people suck. (although the Harvest in Pomfret is an exception, and I'm sure there are others) The difference between us is that I wouldn't be terrified to walk into any of the places you go.
My dad told me a long time ago that actual "class" isn't something you buy. You certainly prove his point.
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