Here is the report from BGG:
Yancy, or as some of us here who are a bit closer to him know him as,*******, is a clean living soul who spends most of his free time roaming the Willamette River searching for speckled trout. I called him up last night and asked him to venture into the big city of Portland to go to the restaurant chain known as Hooters. He agreed, or in the vernacular of the the young urban ethnic demographic "was down with it."
I'm usually too much of a chump to drink, but Yancy decided to order the 25 ounce wheat beer, a reasonable value at 5 bucks I guess, so I went along with it. I also ordered the Hooterizer platter, everythng deep fried so I can go on being a fat prider. Yancy had a dozen raw oysters, apparently they increase the libido. Our waitress wouldn't talk to me, or make eye contact, but she was all over Yancy like a cheap suit and even gave him her phone number. It made me ill.