While I realize fullwell that the above are very serious subjects, the "sauce Bernaise syndrome" brought up a very old memory. When a senior in college, I attended the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans and on New Years's Eve spent way too much time in Pat O'Brians drinking Hurricanes[and I have never been so sick in my whole life afterward.] To this day, I cannot look at a pink any kind of drink, nor can I abide a red cherry anywhere near me