Some nights during the winter I should be called Cornfriend, because when it’s fa-reezing out there’s nothing better than the brown stuff. The other night was one of those thaw-me nights, so I got some Woodford Reserve bourbon. I like both my drink and my tables reserved.
When it gets really freezing out (like 0 degrees in Chicago in January), I go even deeper with a peaty scotch. But we’ll save that for Scotch Week, coming this winter obvs.