Flat White

Into town after work to drop my mantelpiece clock off at Ritchie's in Dundas St. Although it was another late Wednesday night, I wasn't remotely tired today as I found myself with a piece of work to throw myself into and which I took to like the proverbial duck.
Anyway, there was time for a coffee after the clock drop, so here's the place.
And I was top dog in the whisky world last night. Frankie bought me a pale dram. Boiled sweets on the nose, undiluted. Reminds me of Scapa, says I. Bingo! Spot on. This called for a celebration.