After his divorce in ~1997, my older nephew Dan was drinking very heavily. They had been married 24 years and 10 months; he took it very hard. I badgered him about the excessive drinking, knowing full-well he could "take it". As a youngster, I recall hearing my Dad talk often about Prohibition, "blind-pigs", and "rot-gut" whiskey. Once, he bought a bottle of Old Crow whiskey, a high-grade Bourbon, which he warned me might as well have been named "Old Croak". Years later I after Dan's divorce, I came upon the following images. Bear in mind, the Old Crow my Dad had was label-emblazoned with a handsome shiny-black Crow standing proudly upright: I jokingly asked Dan if he was still drinking the "Old Croak". He was not to impressed. Frank
I have tried American and Irish whiskies, but some taste almost sweet? Much prefer Scotch twice a week
I think my favorite drinks in my drinking days were frozen margaritas with a really salty rim and grasshoppers.
Agree. I've always enjoyed a good Scotch, but the price of good stuff always was a roadblock. Now I can afford to have a bottle of Glenfiddich Single Malt around for special times, usually late night listening or playing music. For other times and when friends come over, found a nice Blended one by the same distillery called, " Monkey Shoulder". ( this makes a very nice take on an Old Fashioned ) Better for my figure than Beer...
No Margaritas with salted rims. Grasshoppers were a creme de menthe after dinner drink that always went down smoothly anytime in my stomach.
@Babs Hunt I know it! Couldn't resist taking the opportunity........Crème de Menthe always seemed to have a rather soothing effect on a queasy stomach. Haven't had a taste in a mighty long time. One of my favorite mixed drinks was the Sidecar. The old Stardust Hotel in Vegas had a wonderful South-Pacific style bar, all decorated like you were in Fiji or some such exotic place! The ceiling fans consisted of palm fronds attached to slowly rotating horizontal drums overhead.They served exotic drinks, too. Wonderful tasting concoctions like the "Rangoon Ruby", which my nephew Dan's wife ordered calling it "Raccoon Ruby"!. Isn't it something how those funny moments remain in memory, while truly important things mist away? That event happened in 1972. Frank
Well @Frank Sanoica...those Grasshoppers I drank were when I was between 18-22 years old and now I will be 67 years old in February of 2018...and I can still "taste" that smoothness going down to my stomach. Maybe I should find the recipe and make me one for old times sake. It's good to remember what was pleasant to us...and not so good to remember what wasn't so pleasant. And at our age I'll take pleasant memories anytime!