Feeling a tad cheated we wandered across the street with the same quest in mind. It just so happens this bar does not offer the cod to kiss at all, but they do serve up a mighty fine gulp of Screech.
So we drank the rum while the waitress read us our rights, which included the words "Indeed I is, me old cock, and long may your big jib draw." I had kissed a dead capelin not too long ago so I felt kind of christened.