<i>Anthony's Happy Hour runs from 3 to 6:30 p.m. daily.</i>

Anthony's Happy Hour runs from 3 to 6:30 p.m. daily.

Anthony’s is the Starbucks of seafood. That is to say that it’s predictable, generic, you can get it in any town, and in its genre it’s the best this town has to offer (I’m still waiting for Bremerton’s great coffee shop, but that’s another story that I’ll get to when I’m up to it. Why is it so difficult to serve good coffee in a comfortable setting? Do I really have to listen to the radio commercials over burnt drip?)

While I was entertaining out-of-town guests this week, we took in an outdoor lunch on the Anthony’s deck when I noticed two things: a killer happy hour and a complete asshole. First, the former.

Bear in mind that I haven’t experienced the hh situation first hand yet (I’m on my way right now. Please tell me if I should unpack), but I have had the oyster shooters ($.50 each) and regional microbrews ($3) that are enough to make this well-timed (3 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. daily) happy hour worth a second look, and three hours of your time. Like I said, I’m on my way, as long as I don’t have to sit by the same guy I did last week.

This is why cell phones shouldn’t be allowed in any restaurant, and certain people should not be allowed out of their home without a permission slip. Consider the following:

A family of three are on the deck. I assume they’re tourists because their paper shopping bag says “Westin” on it. (Kids, if this is the hip new grip a la Gap and Banana Republic shopping bags for lunches were in the ’90s, please let me know.) At one point the couple’s daughter had a conversation with her father about a phone call she was about to make. And before the waitress had taken their lunch order — they already had drinks — she struck up a cellular conversation. Upon the waitresses return, the father informed her that they were not ready to oder because “She’s on the phone. Give us five more minutes.”  Then he took his turn on the phone. Seriously. These people exist. What happened? Missed the boat to Bainbridge?

Several minutes later we learned that it was convenient for the family of three to order because the older woman at the table announced “OK, we’re ready!” as the waitress attended to diners not too busy to be bothered by fresh drinks and salmon patties. Damn.