When we moved out here to the briny East Coast, we thought fate had thrown us a bone. We thought "Wow! We're still allowed to smoke in bars and even on patios out here?! That's great!" It was just nice to go to Tom's Little Havana, sit at the bar, read a book, chat with strangers, etc. etc. But now, oh loyal readers, that little pleasure is gone like so much smoke into a ventilation duct. A full smoking ban has ripped my vice out from under my feet for a second time. I understand the reasoning behind it, my one problem is with places that are cigar bars. People did not walk into Tom's or Jon Alan's expecting the air to smell like a summer rose, they expected it to be dark and smoky with people sitting in wingback chairs hauling on a Cohiba. Sometimes I wish it was like Russia, where it is a crime NOT to smoke in public. True story.