Fair fa ya honest, sonsie face, Great Chieftain o’ the pudding race!
After 14 years, we must be doing something right. But what exactly is this thing? When did reading poetry in public become such a kick? Ask your doctor if whisky and cigars are right for you.
Nobody thought to bring a camera in Year One, but “Whisky Dinner” attendees have been snapping away ever since. Here are some recent (and not so recent) pictures from our past Suppers.
Room and atmospheric capacity limit us to the first 38 takers for seats around the Big Table. Make your reservations today!