A Glass with Four Roses (after which Redemption Bourbon was).

“If you are another last romantic as I do by choosing to stay in mostly Negro neighborhood…” was the draft of my review about a place that calls itself as a hotel because it was a house with three rooms in which I’m the only resident (though I heard someone yesterday). It is comfortable with having kitchen but a lot of things are broken there, and it makes to feel the place is abandoned. American hotels always take deposit. That place (Ututu Stay West) required about it, I wasn’t attentive and believed it asks the stay from New York to which I did the income. I replied them, I paid it. Perhaps, the received answer “ok” was about the deposit. Nobody cared about that place (I haven’t seen a cleaner and I’m not sure in such existence if shampoo fillers in a shower cabin are almost empty since I’ve arrived) and getting the deposit.

Merciless heat forces me to using metro, but reaching a bar yesterday had some walking distance, which was diving into a historical district.

Inside of that venue, I’ve ordered double Four Roses. A scent of medicine is a first impression, but inhaling it deeper discloses a saturated rich personality. Burning of the mouth can be only lovely. No harshness – only a strong character in swallowing. The aftertaste is flying in skies. A bartender went for a bottle into a storage – it seemed unopened, but I didn’t hear a respective sound of unsealing and a taste depicted it, but, nevertheless, Four Roses was familiar, as I told once.

The bartender shortchanged me on one dollar by taking for another Four Roses. I pointed him on that. He checked, apologized for that and counted right afterward.

On the way of my leaving, he poured a big shot of Redemption Bourbon to me. It is a good made drink with no character in sniffing. It goes well in taking inside while again it doesn’t show anything in personality. No effect in the aftertaste.

About getting drunk in Philadelphia. Nothing unusual happens or makes and influences. No disclosing beauty and no unicorns were on my way back. Just boring soccer fans.