Bummer. I liked TAB — a lot.
In the ‘80s my girlfriend had to go to the “big city” (Seattle) on business. Being a sophisticated woman — or so she thought — she dropped in to the hotel’s bar acting all cool. A guy came and sat beside her and asked her if she wanted any coke. “Oh, no. I prefer TAB.” When he saw her face and knew she was serious he shook his head and walked away. Obviously, she wasn’t buying any drugs that night.