Down the hatch!

I've hit one of those stretches in life where you can never be sure if you are seeing your reflection in a mirror or the bottom of a bottle. Fortunately, the Great Pumpkin has smiled on my life and at least I am looking back at myself from some classy bottle bottoms. Now that my Aberlour has been fully quaffed, I have moved onto a quirky vatted scotch, similar to a blend but containing no grain whisky, Johnnie Walker Green Label. I find it to be very mild with a pleasant taste.

Out with the old, in with the new

Quite some time ago, a special friend turned me onto a glass (neat) of an excellent scotch called Aberlour. By nature I'm a bit of a cheap swill but she splurged on me and got me the best 18 year old the bar had. It was excellent (as was the company), and ever since I've kept my eyes peeled for it at the local Binny's Beverage Depot. Lo and behold, as I shopped forlornly after Balvenie left me, there it was on the middle shelf. I snagged a bottle of the 16 year old (the best vintage they had) and I've been enjoying the double-casked single malt this past week.

If you like interesting background on far-away places, click here for information on the eponymous village of this fine scotch.

Ozzie's been here

One of my favorite restaurants is the Chicken Basket on old Route 66. Its a kitschy, old timer sort of joint that serves some mean fried chicken (and also has a nice little bar). My interest in chicken lead me to stumble across this freaky information about Mike the Headless Chicken...and I verified its absolute authenticity by looking it up in Wikipedia.

Try contemplating Mike's plight the next time you are gnoshing on some chicken...switching to pasta will seem like a good idea!