Month: January 2017
Allow me to start this post as I do all my others, with this disclaimer: I am still new to the world of Scotch and Whiskey, therefore my palette for this is still in the early stages of development. As with Scotch and other Whiskeys, where there are usually some tasting notes from the distillery, more often than not, people find their own flavors.
Arriving in Downtown LA for the 7:00 Dram & Draft tasting, I walked into Miro and found myself being guided downstairs to the underground bar. Excited as a kid in a candy store, I enthusiastically headed onwards. Down what felt like a dungeon staircase, into a classy subterranean Whiskey Room. Instantly, I saw a man who I personally like to think of the Santa Claus of Scotch: Mr. Martin Daraz. Allow me to explain, for those of you who’ve yet to enjoy a tasting led by Martin; he’s an exceedingly friendly person, joyous, and jolly! Instead of presents under your tree, he cheerily brings a dram of Highland Park Scotch to your glass and makes you feel instantly welcome. All the signs of an individual who loves their job, and takes pride in being a quality brand ambassador. There is a certain air in which Martin leads his tastings that is par from the norm; this is what makes them such a novel experience. It’s always pleasure for one to be remembered, especially only after one meeting. That is exactly what I experienced when I walked in that night, said hello, and was recognized and remembered. An excellent way to start any event.
Let me start this post, with this disclaimer: I am still new to the world of Scotch and Whiskey, therefore my palette for this is still in early stages of development. As with Scotch and other Whiskeys, where there are usually some tasting notes from the distillery, more often than not, people find their own flavors.
Waiting for the evening’s rush hour traffic to dissipate, I arrived in Downtown LA at 8:30 for a 9:00 Scotch tasting, with no idea whatsoever where the bar actually was; I only had a name and an address: The Continental Club. Part of the reason I had such a devil of a time finding the bar was because its entrance is subtle,; during the weeknights it’s a small door on 4th St. with no signage, then on Friday and Saturday evenings the entrance is literally through a door in the Alley.