Please allow me to introduce you to the newest member of the Saigon Single Malt Club: me. I even have the hat to prove it.
Joining a congregation of 12 men and 2 women at the Bourbon Street Restaurant on Thursday night, I finally got the opportunity to crack open my Tuthilltown bottle of single malt whiskey from Hudson Valley -- Batch 1 and Bottle #180 of '08. I tasted more single malts in one sitting than I ever have in my life. I only wish I could have kept going.
The gents and occasional lady of the SSMC are a sporting bunch and lively crew of expats and one or two token Vietnamese. The only prerequisite for joining -- beyond the nominal fee -- is that you have a liver the size of a football and a humor twice as large. I'm an impostor of course.
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