I was delayed at Heathrow for an hour and a half. Bad weather is not uncommon there. I get to Dublin late. The night porter had my key ready for me when I walked in the door. Quick as a rabbit, I was checked in. The bar was long closed. I asked, “any chance of getting a drink?” “Why yes,” was the answer. Out from the back came another man. He opened the bar doors and in I went. I asked, “may I have a whiskey?” He answered, “Here is our whiskey,” pointing to a well stocked section of Irish. “Here is our Scotch, and here is our bourbon.” I opted for the aged whiskey and it was good indeed.

You know it is a matter of where you stand, in Ireland whiskey is Irish whiskey as it should be. In the US I’ll ask for whiskey and I have a choice! bourbon or rye. Its only right that in Scotland whisky is Scotch whisky.

While the my Irish hosts showed great hospitality in opening the bar they were not done. I asked about dinner and the bar keep made it for me.

I’ve been all over the world but my trip to rainy Dublin is so memorable for how well I was treated.