Last night I spent my birthday sampling single malt scotch at a Chicago scotch bar called the Duke of Perth. Oddly enough, the bar also had both a goat and a hat, odd because the whole scotch thing came out of some comments made by Languagehat.
The goat I’m afraid was dead, (a mountain goat, I was told) but the head was preserved on the wall wearing an American sailor hat. A matching moose deer head over the bar wears a Scottish police hat.
Don’t let me forget to say something about Ardbeg (no, I didn’t taste it).