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I met some friends for an after work cocktail at the Copperstill Bourbon Bar. By the time I arrived, they had already drank a round.
I loved that the bar was the center of attention in this small joint. I grabbed a stool and joined by friends. I didn’t have to wait too long to place my drink order. Of course, I ordered the usual—brandy old fashioned sour. The bartender gave me a strange look, “Really?” I replied, “Yes, really.” “I don’t want you to look like a fool in a bourbon bar, so I’ll give you whiskey.”
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He then proceeded to make my drink, which was a dash of sugar, a splash of soda, 7 dashes of bitters, a squirt of cherry juice from a ketchup looking bottle, then a squirt of lemon juice from a similar bottle. He then quickly muddled and added a shot of whiskey. The drink was finished with ice and soda.
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Rating (out of 5 olives)
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Copperstill Bourbon Bar
211 E Wisconsin Ave, Neenah
copperstillbourbonbar.com
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