That's a trip that I'd like going on again!  Well, with the exception of being stuck in traffic when I really...really...had to pee.  Okay, that and the fact that my sister-in-law was along (I went with my brother and her, who lived in Rochester at the time).  To explain - after I went back home, my brother explained it this way.  "You've heard of the crimson tide, right?  Well, that was more of a crimson tsunami."  My thinking - if she's going to mad at you regardless...leave her at home.  
 
Anyway, after a few tasty Molson Drys, I couldn't care less.  I still remember that waitress putting her arms behind her back, grabbing one wrist with the other hand, and stretching her arms backwards.  Oh, my.  I also remember trying to figure out a tip (at a different bar) in the dark while looking at Canadian coins.  The bartender was brilliant to give a happy, drunk American two-dollar coins as change.