Summer went the way of spring.
Winter's waiting in the wings.
We haven't saved anything, it's alright
cause we already paid the rent.
Go put on something different;
we're going out tonight.
And we did just that. In the same sentiment as the lovely cold weather tune, Old Fashioned Hat, my partner in crime and I decided to head to one of the coziest looking bars in the Fan: McCormack's Whisky Grill. Rustic wood paneling, old-timey western posters (and one slightly out of place Robert Smith poster), and a ceiling-high liquor selection whose height requires a handsome rolling library ladder to reach set the scene for our refreshing evening out. The stimulating conversation revolved around liquor...
"...And I'll dip my head in the batter and I'll say, 'Is that too much bourbon?' Then I'll say, 'No. It's perfect."
then took the embarrassing turn of describing how our drinks of choice related to Mario Kart...
"The Dalmore 12 year reminds me of Donkey Kong's leather seat. The one in the handsome barrel kart. No, no, it's DK on the podium--confetti falling, everyone cheering, the whole experience was a blur."
and...
"If the Highland Park 12 were a moment in Kart, it would have to be the moment just before Baby Bowser shoots off his defense shell--he quickly but slyly looks back before pulling out literally the biggest defense in the game."
In the end, our stab in the dark whisky choices served us well. We decided the Dalmore 12 has a tantalizing brown sugar scent to it, and is smooth as butter. It smelled a little bit to me like the marzipan my grandma used to make for Christmas. The Highland Park 12 was delicious, with a smokier aroma and a butterscotch taste to it.
It may have been the chill in the air, or the anticipation of getting a whisky drink in a cozy bar, but the whole experience felt perfectly warm and wintery. McCormack's earned, like, a million likes.
