Saturday night around the fire pit. Good friends, good stories, and good single malt scotch.
On the subject of alcoholic beverages, I wouldn’t consider myself a connoisseur, but I have found that I’ve become quite the bigot with regard to my choices in general.
Scotches, if you’ve ever researched them, are subject to different palate interpretations. I find Glenfiddich and Glenlivet (both in the 15 year or older range) are my preferred brands. Anything younger than that leaves my stomach boiling and throat raw.
From the American brands, it’s Jack Daniel’s Black Label all the way.
From Canada, it’s their Crown Royal Maple, though I wouldn’t turn my nose up at any of their other flavors.
When it comes to beer, I much prefer it dark. Guinness has been my favorite for quite a long time, but it’s recently been replaced by another Canadian favorite, Dead Frog, a beer I tried while attending the Surrey International Writers’ Conference. There are a few different varieties of Dead Frog, but I much prefer their Nut Brown Ale. It goes down as a borderline porter but leaves an aftertaste that reminds me of the beer along the northern coast of the Mediterranean Sea (I’ve been there twice, so I know). I’m going to check with my local Elitist Beer Establishment and see if they can get me some.