Grand Pier Whisky and Rum Festival on Saturday 27th January 2018
Posted on: 09 Jan 2018I know, I know - technically it's not Bristol but what better way to beat those January blues and warm those winter cockles than with a snifter or six of some of the finest whiskeys and rums known to man at the Grand Pier Whisky and Rum Festival on Saturday 27th January 2018.
Weston-super-Mare is, after all, only a few miles and little over half hour down the road, and what could make the journey more worthwhile than the prospect of a fine, high ABV beverage at the end of it?
This inaugural event will take you on a whirlwind tour of the wonderful world of whisky and rum with, on entry, a very special Grand Pier branded whisky glass and guide booklet before a much-needed complimentary hot toddy. You'll then be able to amble - possibly later, stumble - over to the various bars and exhibitors where you can sample their excellent products and discuss their wares and whisky/rum-making processes.
In addition, there will also be masterclasses, talks and plenty of live music to provide the perfect soundtrack to your session of new year supping. (Yeah, I always thought the concept of Dry January was an unwise move, too.)
Using a token-based system, each token costs £5 or 5 for £20 with one token getting you one standard whisky or rum, and two tokens nabbing you one premium whisky/double standard whisky or rum/cocktail. The day session runs from 12pm to 5pm, the evening one from 7pm to midnight.
Advance tickets are a snip at £12 which includes festival entry, the aforementioned Grand Pier branded whisky glass and on-arrival hot toddy - you can purchase them here. Subject to availability, £15 tickets will also be available on the door.
Grand Pier is located at Marine Parade, Weston-super-Mare, BS23 1AL. For more information, contact 01934 646155.
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Jamie is a writer, blogger, journalist, critic, film fan, soundtrack nerd and all-round Bristolian good egg. He loves the music of Philip Glass, the art of Salvador Dali, the writings of Charles Bukowksi and Hunter S Thompson, the irreverence of Harry Hill, and the timeless, straw-chomping exuberance of The Wurzels. You can sometimes find him railing against a surging tide of passing cyclists, or gorging himself senseless on the Oriental delights of a Cosmos all-you-can-eat buffet.
