Three friends had birthdays within a week of each other, so seven of us got together at Luca in Locust Point. We had a nice dinner there a few weeks ago, but the experience was ruined by some totally classless trashy drunk 20-something girl who had the most shriekingly loud voice.

We had the owner move us because the drunk was so distracting. They were very gracious to us and asked her to pipe down, which she didn't do. I fault them for not asking her to leave, since other patrons were complaining, and when we finished dinner and came back downstair, she was throwing back shooters. Yep... her mother would have been proud. As we say in my house, classy with a K.

We started with a pesto and crab dip, which we polished off - and we ordered two servings! One of the birthday boys wanted his favourite drink, a Purple Mother, so we asked the waiter, and he obliged... after looking up the recipe on Google. Should you ever be foolish enough to think you might want to try one, here's the recipe. To my mind, it tasted like cough medicine.

