How do you compress more than a decade into two rounds of drinks? You skip lightly over the negative and dull, order a third.
Of course London has dive bars. And why would you choose the sanitised, stylings of a faux dive when you could have the real thing?
Síbín is not the illegal watering hole of your Irish grandpappy, but a high-end shrine to the very legitimate business of whisky
Once “the most important venue in the history of pop music”, see how the former Marquee Club scrubs up in modern Soho.
Making my own salty sea breeze of a whisky – with a touch of peat smoke, chocolate malt and sherry-soaked machair – at Black Rock.
You have to judge your audience before you start discussing terroir. Pick the wrong time or place and you could end up with a reputation for pomposity, verbiage and downright pretension. In the right circumstances though, it’s the only word that works.