I remember when a bus took you to your hotel and a sort of garbage truck brought your luggage way, way, way later. That's when we discovered West Indies Tavern and their .99 drink special. We'd check in to Great Bay Hotel, walk to the tavern, drink on the veranda, get lectured about the perils of drink by a local passing minister whom we'd tell that after this drink we'd have no more. Once he passed we'd ad: Until the next one. Then we'd stagger back to hotel and find our luggage piled in th foyer with the rest.