The editor in me never sleeps. When Martin and I drove by this sign I couldn’t help but laugh and imagine the restaurant’s staff explaining the cocktail: “We serve them in cups A, B and C.  Double D if you’re sharing.” More absurd was when we went in to check out the food menu, Martin tried explaining to the waitress, whose first language was definitely not English, that their sign had a typo. I stopped him when I realized he was trying to explain exactly what the typo was. The waitress must have caught wind of something because the next time we drove by the typo had been corrected. We haven’t visited yet, but you can bet I’ll order a margarita in whatever sized cup it’s served in.