Keith’s house isn’t exactly a bar, but this was brilliant, it was banter and we were all huddled around the kitchen island, surrounded by whiskey bottles, gin and tonic in a can and a damn fine spread of gourmet food.

“They’re trying to figure out what’s causing the salmonella . . . ” I said.

The chef replied, “Rabid salmon.”

I’ve decided to create a new category entitled “Brilliant Bar Side Banter” dedicated to that brilliant drunken banter that sometimes occurs during a night out on the town. Here’s the first . . .

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He’s legal - barely, sexy and knows it. A bit haughty, but not snotty. He purred, “I like my women with strong jawlines.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I understand. Sometimes I like my boys a little metro.”

“I like to wear lacey panties!” he fired back instantaneously.