Whiskey is yucky.

So we went out with some friends last weekend and had some yummy food at Matchbox, where I had my favorite (latest) drink, a side car.

Then we walked down to the Willard to have a fancy pants drink. There I had a Mojito that looked like a snow cone.

Andrew had Whiskey from someplace in Scotland called Isley. In Scotland, apparently, Whiskey is like wine. As in, special grapes from certain areas make a certain wine and then that wine is named for the region?

Anyway I digress.  The Whiskey Andrew had, apparently, is awesome.  When I tasted it it tasted like ashtray water.  Or like campfire after it has been put out. The next morning.

I could smell it on my fingers for the rest of the night.

But I got a cool picture.