A whiskey adventure for you and me.
SIPS OF BOURBON: BULLEIT 10-YEAR @ Bar 821, San Francisco
Finally got around to ordering the Bulleitt 10-year at a little bar tucked away on Divisadero. $12 pour. Ordered it with an Anchor Steam. “I’ll need to see two IDs for two drinks,” the bartender tells me. I paused. She blinked. Maybe I blinked too. “Oh, is this all for you?” Ended up feeling strange on a Tuesday evening, said nevermind the beer. Drank the Bulleit, waited for my drinking partner, doodled aimlessly on a red napkin. Trying to find a dive in my neighborhood; this wasn’t it. No music, no personality really, neither cheap beers nor intriguing cocktails. The bourbon was excellent, sure, but not particularly some elevated experience from the tried-and-true every day Bulleit. One reviewer (ridelight/eatheavy, photographer of the above bottle) compared the two to 400 versus 800 thread count sheets — both decent, but you’ll be cozy all the same. Oh well.
Carried on down the road to The Page, where they have cans of Olympia to remind me of home, and watched Steve McQueen barrel through the 1960’s streets of San Francisco in this scene from Bullitt: