If you're standing in an unassuming corner bar at the intersection of 22nd and Larimer streets, you're spelling it whiskey. Or at least, that's how the proprietors of the Whiskey Bar spell it, and considering their extensive collection of bottles of the stuff, I'm going to go out on a limb and assume they know what they're talking about.
“a ray of smarmy sunshine … is exactly how I feel around 11:30 p.m. as the Ballpark neighborhood's biggest biceps hand back our IDs and we walk into Whiskey Bar .”
“Sunday nights are back at Whiskey Bar.” [ link ]
“So as several members of the Institute of Drinking Studies headed downtown the other night, we were happier than usual. Little did we know just how happy we could get at the Whiskey Bar“ [ link ]
“Representing the Denver we know and love with scenes in the Bluebird, Whiskey Bar, and Samadhi Center for Yoga.”