people made me mean, the 'brown liquor' just made me express it). But, I still indulge in a double Wild Turkey on the rocks when I go home for Christmas and we dine at a rustic mountain lodge in the hills of western Maryland. Nothing like sitting beside a roaring fireplace with a glass of good bourbon, looking out the window at the snow gently falling, and waiting to be called to our table to order wild boar and venison sausage, and seared duck breast.
sounds wonderful. Where is such a place?