Desiree and I had dinner last night at a bar and grill just a short walk from the Finlen Hotel. The establishment was housed in a wonderfully preserved old structure overlooking “the Flats” and the noteworthy Highland Mountains. As luck would have it, the bar featured Cold Smoke on tap.
In my world, you always order a
freshly poured Cold Smoke when given the opportunity.
This wasn’t a moment for comparing
sizes, measuring snowfall, or rating life’s strange events. This was a Cold
Smoke meant simply to pair with a good meal and the most beautiful woman in the
world.
Cheers to that.
A Fresh Cold Smoke
—Mitchell Hegman
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