STEPPING INTO THE GRID

It was a cold and rainy night in December. Taxis were speeding along the busy streets, people were huddling under dripping umbrellas; there was an air of anticipation of what was to come floating around us. Okay, I’ll stop with the Agatha Christie novel intro now, but very soon you’ll understand why I couldn’t resist a little foray into the style while pondering the way to begin the review of an evening to remember.

The evening certainly was rainy and cold, but as I walked through the revolving door and into the ground floor of Great Jones Distilling, all