When I started working behind the bar in 2004, the Bourbons were dusty ornaments standing on a shelf only the tallest bartender could reach. The lone bottle of rye was locked in a rusty cabinet next to a garbage can, behind other exiles like Galliano and Tia Maria. These…
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This story appears in the print issue of December 2013.
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