I drank these. At Woodfire Grill.
After sampling some serviceable but unimpressive sushi at Nakato, I walked next door and the friendly bartender asked, “you eating or drinking or both?”
I slammed my fist on the table, and said “Daggumit, I’m drinking whiskey”.
He replied, “Giddyup.”
Note - None of this actually happened.
The first drink may have been my favorite – the Indian Summer. Named for the week at hand (it was 70 degrees in Atlanta), the deft touch of chartreuese was perfect. The second one above is the Gentleman Scholar – rye, Lillet Blanc, Cocchi Torino vermouth, apple vinegar. I quite liked the vinegar, but found it a touch sweet.
I can’t recall the name of this one. My one area of feedback is the repetitive use of lemon peel. It tends to dominate the aromatics, I would have liked a variety of garnish.
The owner of All 3 Sports was dining next to me, and they bought me this final drink when I told them I purchased my bike racing wheels at their shop. Google Zipp 1080 and you’ll see why they offered. (That price is for one wheel, mind you). The drink was appropriately named the Bitter End.
An Amaro tasting.
Blake the bearded was my guide for the evening. Not to be confused with the other Blake, the bar manager. He took a lot of time to prepare my drinks and explain certain components. The bar wasn’t too crowded, an ideal situation for a good educational bourbon session. Thanks Blake.