So now a few people have come forward and told me they think I am the worst blogger ever. And to be honest, my feelings are hurt. My first instinct, of course, is to say, "F*ck all y'all. Kick rocks. Dueces." But once the anger subsides I realize I've asked you to be commited to something of mine and I haven't held up my end of the bargain.
Chris suggested readers asking questions might help kick start things. Maybe. But his question was what are my thoughts on rye whiskey. And since I still don't have my whiskeys, my ryes, my bourbons and my scotches all that straight I can't give an honest answer.
I can however tell you that my brother Larry fell in love with a drink called the "Femme Fatale" served at the Charles Hotel. It's purple and the serve it with an orchid.
Now after reading that, what's the first question that pops in your mind? Send it in.