...You expect the Drunken Sailor to have the crusty exterior of a seasoned salt, just like the edge of the bread and the fried, melted cheeses that adhered to it. But then you're hit with his boozy breath, an aroma that take over more senses than it's supposed to. You try to placate him with patience, but that only angers him, as he becomes suddenly punchy with blue cheese stankiness.... [Full Post]