Monday, November 15, 2004
A taste of Johnnie Walker (that just sounds wrong)
The sour-sweet smell of Scotch whisky touched my nose as I stepped off the escalator. Only a few minutes before, I had signed in at the desk of the Lucid nightclub for the Johnnie Walker tasting event, and I was already regretting my decision to attend. The girl behind the counter had handed me a ticket and a single drink token. Although the token was a cool disc-like item with the Johnnie Walker logo on it, my heart sank at the thought of travelling all the way downtown just for one measly drink.
Rob and The Law were en route, and I so I decided to wait for them near all the swillers of Scotch. It was twenty minutes before they finally arrived, and we all agreed that it seemed like a waste. One shot of Scotch apiece didn't seem worth the trip. And we all agreed that it was Rawl's fault, as he had originally put the idea into my head to go to this event -- and then he cancelled out at the last minute. The bastard.
After a quick stop at the little boys room, the three of us made our way to the bar. With tokens in hand, we ordered our drinks. Rob and The Law both tried some kind of mixed drink that used Johnnie Walker Black Label, soda and a bit of lemon (or was it lime?) juice. Me, I went all hardcore and ordered mine straight. I began wishing that the event had taken place in less trendy environment. What I imagined was a gin-soaked barroom with old men and pool tables. However, what I got was the Lucid nightclub, which is in the location that used to house the Playdium video game arcade (before it went tits up, that is).
As we finished our drinks and chatted, we started trying to make plans. Where would we go after we left this crummy place? We were settling into the idea of leaving when the announcement came that the presentation would begin in a few minutes. Of course, what we heard was a garbled mess, and then it seemed like we were being routed to the exit. Oh well. We were on our way out, anyway.
Instead, we were led to a presentation room. Little glasses of Scotch were everywhere, and a smile crept to my face.
"Now this is more like it. This is what I thought it was going to be like," I said.
Over the next forty minutes, a Johnnie Walker representative ran us through a presentation that informed us about the different types of Scotches, the difference between single malts and blends, a bit of history of Johnnie Walker and how to savour a Scotch properly.
While I can't speak for the others, I was quite content with the evening when we were shuffled out of the Lucid nightclub.
Rob and The Law were en route, and I so I decided to wait for them near all the swillers of Scotch. It was twenty minutes before they finally arrived, and we all agreed that it seemed like a waste. One shot of Scotch apiece didn't seem worth the trip. And we all agreed that it was Rawl's fault, as he had originally put the idea into my head to go to this event -- and then he cancelled out at the last minute. The bastard.
After a quick stop at the little boys room, the three of us made our way to the bar. With tokens in hand, we ordered our drinks. Rob and The Law both tried some kind of mixed drink that used Johnnie Walker Black Label, soda and a bit of lemon (or was it lime?) juice. Me, I went all hardcore and ordered mine straight. I began wishing that the event had taken place in less trendy environment. What I imagined was a gin-soaked barroom with old men and pool tables. However, what I got was the Lucid nightclub, which is in the location that used to house the Playdium video game arcade (before it went tits up, that is).
As we finished our drinks and chatted, we started trying to make plans. Where would we go after we left this crummy place? We were settling into the idea of leaving when the announcement came that the presentation would begin in a few minutes. Of course, what we heard was a garbled mess, and then it seemed like we were being routed to the exit. Oh well. We were on our way out, anyway.
Instead, we were led to a presentation room. Little glasses of Scotch were everywhere, and a smile crept to my face.
"Now this is more like it. This is what I thought it was going to be like," I said.
Over the next forty minutes, a Johnnie Walker representative ran us through a presentation that informed us about the different types of Scotches, the difference between single malts and blends, a bit of history of Johnnie Walker and how to savour a Scotch properly.
While I can't speak for the others, I was quite content with the evening when we were shuffled out of the Lucid nightclub.
// posted by Chris @ 9:53 AM 
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