Fire season has arrived. The evenings just have a bit of a chill.
On this FNM night, I cut out early and decided to go irish. Parnell’s. Nice little pub not too far from the house.
It is always quiet and I can read the paper or write if I choose, or chat with the bartender and the couple of regulars.
I had a Guinness and an excellent, semi-peaty single malt from one of the few women owned distilleries in Scotland.
So no martini tonight. When I got home, I had an excellent Red Breast by the fire. It’s the season.
The bartender at Parnell’s claims to make a killer Manhattan, so I may give that a try next time I am in.
The Martini Tales 