Astute readers of Chicagoist, and fellow Chicagoist-os/Chicagoist-as, know that we kneel at the altar of the Church of Whiskey (Kentucky Straight Bourbon denomination), which nicely complements the Church of Baseball. When an event that celebrates the virtues of all whiskies comes around, we whet our lips in anticipation, stock up on Gatorade, and take large amounts of B complex vitamins before we head out. Hot on the heels of the junior varsity spring formal St.... more ›