Following the sad demise of Volupté, it took a long while to find a new reguar haunt. Over the past couple of years Merchant House has become my hidden-away cocktail bar of choice. This year’s highlights included admonishing a wayward Matt with Caroline, getting leid with Bex (it was Hawaiian themed), and getting to try a last-of-its-kind 30-year-old Teeling whiskey instead of the less impressive bottle we were supposed to sample because the boys running the tasting had accidentally finished it the previous night.