Last night my wife and I went out on the town with our friend Raz. More to the point, we went out to Stubrik’s Steak House in Fullerton for some good food and to checkout a new Irish Pub band Raz had read about. The band is called Paddy Doyle’s Boots. I gotta say, they are pretty damn good. They have that perfect pub band feel and sound. We quite enjoyed their music. And we’ll be back at Stubrik’s on May 18th to see them play again. (So come out and join us!)
But the point of this story has nothing to do with the band, rather it has to do with my drinking problem. You see, I am now being recognized as a Scotch and Whisky drinker in bars I have never been to before. Our waiter, in fact, pointed this out to me. He was the one who recognized me after all. Seems he remembered me from the time we had dinner at the Stubrik’s in Mission Viejo where he had worked previously, and where I had I ordered a glass of the Middleton Very Rare. Yes, he remembered the drink and even that I took it neat.
So, while we are ordering our drinks, we chat about their Scotch selection (which is one of the best I have seen in average priced steak houses). All told, Raz and I each have about 4 different whiskies (they were pouring light, the sods) and had even made an impression on the bar-tender who fixed one of Raz’ orders that the waiter had mucked up ordering. The waiter had told the bartender to pour an “Appleton”, but the bartender stopped, and confirmed that Raz really wanted an “Aberlour 10″… which sounds the same, but is decidedly NOT a rum like the Appleton is.
There it is. My reputation has finally caught up with me. And after putting down a Balvenie 21 Portwood, a Pinch, a Black Bush, and 2 pints of Hefeweizen, while drowning my ears with some lovely traditional rebel songs, I might just have to agree. I have a problem: It costs too much to go drinking 🙂