Small town, Middle America is where the legend of Big Whiskey’s began. Throughout those 30 years this little corner tavern acquired quite a few regulars, but one of those regulars became a legend. My grandfather said this man wasn’t the average customer.
He only came in a couple times a week and it was always between the hours of 4 p.m. and 7 p.m. He had done it for so many years it became tradition.
The same thing each time...he’d come in, have a seat and proceed with his order. He would always tell the bartender, “I’m only going to have one, so make it a big one.” Over the years of him coming in to my grandfather’s place and performing his ritual, he eventually became known as “Big Whiskey.”
As my grandfather tells it, Big Whiskey was the kind of man who always had the right thing to say at the right time, whether it was a joke, story, or toast. Everyone knew if he was sitting at the bar, it was going to be a good night.