Drinks: New York Sour, The Slope, Mint Jules, and one other whose name I am nowhere close to remembering.
Foods: Deviled eggs with four flavors, chicken wingettes with roquefort sauce ("wings, but without wing sauce and with roquefort sauce"), fancy pigs in fancy blankets, and oysters on the half shell.
The dozen or so different cocktails consumed at our table yielded not one loser, as they ranged from "very good" to "holy fucking shit this is the perfect drink" (Stefan's, and then Monica's Something Swizzle, it was strongly pineapple...little help here? Be the one to leave the third comment on this blog).
Also - with my bad-ass new eyes, reading all the fine print on this bag ain't no thang:
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