|John and Stephen with Jobie Smith from Sazerac|
Armory, abuts a Smith and Wollensky steak house and is probably left unheated in winter and used to age beef during the convention offseason. The cavernous space and the length of the festivities ensured that you could try any whisk(e)y you wished to without having to wait or feel that you needed to rush off so that others could come in. I felt like a hyena on the Serengeti plain, except that instead of a bunch of hyenas tearing into a single antelope, it was a hyena’s dream in which I am the only hyena anywhere and an entire herd of antelopes lies crumbled in the grasses, limbs splayed, mouths agape in a rictus of dismay. Yes, I was that lone hyena gently pulling at the entrails, taking small bites, enjoying the buffet. No need to rush, I told myself. Plenty for everyone. Especially since Bill couldn't be here.
|John & Stephen with Charlie Tower of the Loch & Key Society|