Another 800 roundabouts later (Michele was as cool as a cucumber), we made it to Drumnadrochit, Loch Ness. Of course, we had no idea how to pronounce it (Drum-na…. what?) and spent the next ten days butchering it to varying degrees, despite our great efforts not to.
The town was scenic, quiet, and all about two things: whisky and Nessie. In fact, our hotel gift shop had nothing but Nessie: t-shirts, stuffed animals
THE OFFICIAL DIRECTION OF SCOTLAND
(an entire wall), tea towels, key chains, postcards. Oh, and a nice selection of kilts for the entire family.
Now that we had fi nally arrived, and giddy with excitement, we had no idea where to start. So naturally, we decided on a pint.
We stopped into Fiddler’s Pub along the main drag and met owner and resident whisky expert Jon Beach. Little did we know that the pub would
become our local, and the expert would give us an education we’d never forget.
After a delicious meal (haggis-free), we asked Jon to recommend a few whiskies. He chose a single malt for each of us to sample, based on what he thought we’d like. He was eerily bang on.