I’ve been hacking up a lung all day, but my friend C. had reserved us spots (along with his wife S. and our dear friend K.) several weeks ago at a Scotch tasting at the Cellar Rat at 17th & Baltimore scheduled for this evening. The shindig was $35 and, while I’m a notorious spend-thrift, I hate to waste money on a ticket and not actually hit the event, so I sacked up, fixed myself a to-go mug of hot water with lemon and scooted on down to the CR.
The Cellar Rat folks run a great little shop. Their wine selection is awesome, the staff is knowledgeable and the operation is just generally first rate all around. They also carry a small selection of top-shelf liquors and have a small selection of meats & cheeses (they occasionally make their own mozzarella in-house). The tasting tonight was for several Signatory-bottled single-malt Scotches. I’d previously attended a tasting for some of their younger Scotches at the Hy-Vee liquor shop near 75th & State Line, but the batch we tasted tonight was far superior, not a stinker in the bunch.
I ended up pre-spending a good chunk of my tax return on a really great, creamy, peaty bottle of cask-strength 12-year old Laphroaig. All in all, a great way to spend a Tuesday evening.
And my throat feels much better!