Don't even think about stealing the drink umbrellas at Blue Frog's, because you will be killed... with kindness, or maybe submachine guns, by its ex-Navy SEAL co-owner. The "B" half's covered by a couple of blue felt billiards tables, but the walls are red and covered by assorted sports memorabilia, while a side patio sits right next to the Poway DMV, so even if you finally pass your driver's test, you still won't be able to drive home. Though the full liquor license is still being sorted, in the meantime patrons will have to occupy themselves with affordable wines by the glass/bottle, 16 taps pouring Sierra Nevada Celebration, Stone Arrogant Bastard, and however many others 16 minus 2 equals, plus booze-friendly activities like golf (Golden Tee) and maintaining civil order (Police Trainer). In case you like to party on Helsinki time, doors crack at 7a with breakfast burritos, but by 11a it's time for Black Angus burgers, linguine with clams in garlic & white wine sauce, and honey mustard/ Champagne-sauced grilled salmon, which keeps insisting, "I don't know what happened to the honey mustard or Champagne, honest!". They'll also host a monthly treasure hunt, leaving clues on the website as to the location of a secret envelope that'll hold the mostly metaphorical key to a treasure box suspended above the bar, just like your scalp if you even think of putting that novelty drink item in your pocket.