The Dark Alcohols: Where to find fellow drinkers?

[abills]

I moved to San Francisco about eight months ago. Coming from Philadelphia, I have quickly learned that what I thought to be customary ways in human interaction, shall we say - differ, on the west coast. These differences I am acclimating to, somewhat. I have, however encountered a much larger problem. It seems folks out here like their vodka. Furthermore, they mostly seem to like their vodka adulterated in sweet juices and sugary syrups. So, when asked “what would you like to drink†and I reply with “what kind of bourbon do you haveâ€. What I get back is blank, almost bewildered stares from a sea of people holding their brightly colored green, blue, and red cocktails. Okay, so there may not be a wealth of ‘watering-holes’ overflowing with bottles of good bourbon. Okay, so I might have to settle with Jack Daniels when I go out (which they always serve over ice, regardless of requests otherwise). Could I at least find a few people that would enjoy a little home bourbon tasting or even a peaceful sip of some delightful single barrel while engaging witty conversation? Herein lay the rub. I have met, not a soul that enjoys, or for that matter can even tolerate, what they are call “The Dark alcoholsâ€. Does anyone have any ideas on how to sniff out a few fellow King of Sprit devotees?

[Virus_Of_Life]

I do believe you will soon find there is a decent number of fellow SB.com members in the bay area and I think some who get together fairly regularly to do tastings. I am sure if you search around you'll find some information on past as well as future get togethers...

I think as you have already found, the sides of the country have their differences, but I assure you we love bourbon out here on this side just as much as the "other" side. It is just not very easy to find enthusiasts no matter where you are I think.

[ratcheer]

Yes, in fact, this very web site is run by one of your fellow San Franciscans, Jim Butler. And several others are members.

But, you description of your plight reminds me of the time I was in Silicon Valley and ordered bacon and eggs for breakfast. The girl who took my order appeared to be truly horrified.

Tim