Just got a tearful phoncall from a jilted (email breakup) girlfriend who works downtown. I take the comuter bus from 7th and Fig home, but I promised her if in walking distance I would help her drown her sorrows and peel myself onto the commuter bus today. Know it's short notice but a dive, happy hour or pub or otherwise is good. He isn't worth $15 dollar martinis. He's not a chowhound so that's already two strikes aginst him, besides chowhound men are the best(what a way to get responses)!