Kentucky Bartenders' Favorite Workhorse Bourbons
Kentucky Bartenders' Favorite Workhorse Bourbons
Listen, if you’re the kinda guy who wants a solid bourbon behind the bar that won’t break the bank but still tastes like Kentucky hugged it, these are the bottles the pros reach for night after night. I’ve spent more than a few evenings leaning on sticky wood in Louisville and Lexington dives, and when the bartender pours himself one after close, it’s almost always one of these. No unicorn juice, no $200 shelf turds—just honest, hard-working bourbon that gets the job done.
Old Forester 86 Proof
The classic. Smooth enough for newbies, cheap enough to pour all night, and got that sweet vanilla-caramel thing going on. Bartenders love it because customers never send it back and it mixes like a dream.
Evan Williams Bottled-in-Bond
White label, black letters, under twenty bucks, and punches way above its weight. Rich, spicy, a little peanut shell vibe—perfect neat or in an Old Fashioned when you don’t wanna waste the good stuff.
Wild Turkey 101
Yeah, the bottle looks like your uncle’s aftershave, but damn if it ain’t tasty. Big bold rye kick, stands up in any cocktail, and when you’re three deep on a Saturday it still tastes like bourbon, not regret.
Four Roses Yellow Label
The everyday sipper nobody brags about but everybody drinks. Light, floral, easy as hell to pour for hours. Bartenders call it “bar soda” because it disappears faster than free peanuts.
Heaven Hill Bottled-in-Bond
Corn-sweet up front, then oak smacks you in the teeth. At 100 proof it’s got legs for days and costs less than a decent steak.
Old Grand-Dad Bonded
Old-school high-rye monster. Tastes like your grandpappy’s cough syrup—in the best way. Bartenders keep it for themselves and for the regulars who know what’s up.
J.T.S. Brown Bottled-in-Bond
The sleeper hit. Eighty proof, dirt cheap, smooth as buttered biscuits. I watched a guy in Frankfort close the bar with nothing but this and a bucket of ice—he was happier than a tornado in a trailer park.
Benchmark Old No. 8
Don’t laugh at the price. Sweet, simple, and mixes like it was born in a highball glass. When the rail runs dry, this is what saves your ass on Derby weekend.
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