One Saturday afternoon about 30 years ago, I drank about half of a bottle of Cuervo (a bad idea) and decided that a nice big pastrami sandwich would be PERFECT for dinner, so I drove (a bad idea) to Schlotzsky’s and got myself a nice big pastrami sandwich which I washed down with the rest of the tequila (a bad idea) before puking up most of a bottle of Cuervo and a nice big pastrami sandwich.
I learned my lesson and haven’t had Schlotzsky’s since.