I’ve long neglected writing about one of my favorite bartenders, Benjamin Schiller, who during his 15-month tenure at Andersonville’s In Fine Spirits almost completely rehauled the lounge’s approach from the sort of place that sold $12 Cosmos to an oasis for quality drinking, something sorely needed at that particular latitude. He was a worthy libational foil for chef Marianne Sundquist, and I can’t count the number of eye-opening potions he’s put together (maybe because I can’t remember). For instance, I’d thought I’d sworn off mint juleps, finding most too syrupy for my increasingly bitter, jaded palate, but his Run for the Roses, made with Old Weller bourbon and Koval rose-hip liqueur made me feel barely legal again.