I went to a lot more whiskey festivals than usual last year, even though I had an illness that laid me low for two months. I traveled across the country – Seattle, Denver, Chicago, New Orleans, Boston, DC – talking to folks about Bourbon and rye and Scotch and Canadian whiskeys, sometimes on a panel, sometimes just on my lonesome. It was enlightening.
I’ve seen whiskey festivals from the early days. I was at the first WhiskyFest, in New York, back in 1997. It wasn’t large, and most people didn’t really know what to do, how to ‘fest.’ It’s amusing to recall, though, that even at that first modern American whiskey festival (first I know of, and no one’s ever corrected me) people knew how to get to the front…
