Truth be told, I am not much of a wine taster. I can't taste all the different notes that real wine conesseurs can - my palate is just not that sophisticated. But, I do know what I like, and what I like to enjoy it with. Call my contribution that of the common man... my pleebian tastes.
Speaking of gourmet alcohol, Mom broke out the bottle of Laphroaig last night. Like drinking a campfire built with mossy logs. Great with a big hunk of cheese... smoked gouda or old cheddar please! Definitely needed to add water to it though... not that there is any pride to drinking scotch neat - adding water takes away the fire and lets you taste all those oils. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm also a scotch n00b, but my parents are most definitely not. Perfect that I'm getting my scotch education from them.
And of course, because I do drink responsibly, I am also a very cheap date. ;) Any takers?
I don't drink at all, but I find Gary V. very entertaining. Almost makes me want to take it up. Almost.
Yay that you're fully embracing your ancestral roots...by drinking Scotch. Next time you're in Toronto, let me know and I'll take you to my favourite bar. AKA the tasting tower at the Summerhill LCBO where you can try fabulous $100+ bottles of scotch for like $3 an ounce.
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