A few sips in he realized this would not be like any tasting he had ever attended. No sales pitch was lurking in the shadows. No brand to be seen. Each glass bottle held clear liquid and had blue painters tape attached. In Sharpie, he could read date, agave, and distiller.
He had been invited to try his buddies personal . . .
Time and Place for Cocktails
Certain drinks don't work in certain places. I have always known this but unless you change your geographic location and always drink the same thing it is often hard to tell.
Think cocktail bar vs dive and what you would order at each one. What if instead of a cocktail bar and dive it was urban and rural settings? What . . .
The car pulled up to the gate. He paid the driver and decided to walk from there. It wasn't a long walk to the cabin but it had been years since he had done it on foot. Orange and red leaves had begun to take over the green ones in a battle that they would all lose in a month.
His leather boots were broken in but only . . .
He had been home for a week. The early afternoon drinks and cigarettes while watching the sun slowly set had made a profound impact. He had not even unpacked his suitcase yet. The contents still held the sweet, floral, spicy, and a touch fishy scent of Marseille.
Watching the sun reflect off the shiny buildings on Lake . . .
As his eyes opened and the sunlight cut through his retinas he felt around to make sure he was alone. It had to have been the second bottle of Champagne. It always was.
He shuffled to the kitchen one naked foot and one socked foot in front of the other. His counter needed a chalk outline around the General Tso's he . . .
It was a warmer day than it was supposed to be and he was either too late for lunch or too early for a cocktail. Nothing sounded all that good but as he was both hungry and thirsty the problem needed to be solved. A proper conundrum for a Friday afternoon.
He found a place that had a wooden sign set up advertising oysters, . . .
Upon arriving at the hotel he promised himself he would never let slip how much he had spent on this weekend getaway. As he handed the bellman what he assumed was the equivalent of a fiver for carrying his small bag he inquired where the bar was. He had heard great things and after a quick change from his traveling clothes, he would . . .