Shaken, Not Stirred

Before meeting my wife, I think I had maybe tried a Dirty Martini once, and frankly, it was horrible.  I can still remember that first sip, the burn, and my promise to never do that again. However, love is a funny thing and if you are desperate to impress your… Continue reading »

The Old Fashioned: My quest for perfection

I believe the first spirit to touch my lips many years ago was a sip of Jack Daniel’s Old No. 7.  Of course it burned from the tip of my tongue to the very soles of my feet; but it was right then and there that my love affair with… Continue reading »