While the Bride and I were in Rome last Fall I had gotten tired of Italian beer and red wine. We had eaten, always a treat went up to the rooftop bar to watch the sunset. I noticed there was a bottle of Maker's Mark, held up three fingers, a worthwhile sample, rejoined my Bride. Not bad! Of course, it may have been the environment, all the history, and culture.
Last edited by arkypete; 04/29/20.
