First Call is a weekly Voracious feature in which we walk into a bar and ask the bartender to make us his or her favorite drink.Watering Hole: Fort St. George, 601 S King St. An unassuming little cafe located in the heart of the International District, Fort St. George has the look of a place that stopped evolving, atmosphere-wise, sometime around the end of the Clinton administration. It’s Thursday night, and the crowd comes in waves. Most are diners there for Japanese takes on Western comfort food that has made Fort St. George somewhat of a destination. The rest are crowded into the smallish bar watching baseball highlights on the big screen while the stereo kicks out the Cure’s greatest hits. Occasionally, there will be an uptick in patronage as the party crowd drops in for a late-night fix of curried hamburger steak and booze. But for the most part, say the regulars, Fort St. George remains the ID’s living room. And that’s the way they like it.Barkeep: Yo-hei Omodaka, a bashful sort of guy who at first declines taking part, bullshitting about a lack of both English and mixing skill as he lines up four martini glasses and prepares to dole out the Cosmopolitans. So what’s your preferred form of liquid courage? What is liquid courage?Let’s try it this way, what’s your drink of choice? Have you ever had Japanese Scotch? It is at this point that we become fast friends.The Booze: A 12-year-old Suntory brand single-malt called Yamazaki, or as Yo-hei corrects, “The Yamazaki” — the only top-shelf Japanese scotch available in the state of Washington, he says. Omodaka is usually a blended-whiskey kinda guy, single-malts being too stout in flavor for his taste. We both agree that the Yamazaki is a bit pungent on the nose, but that quickly fades. Going down, it is sweet and warm. Another patron at the bar offers his opinion, extolling the greatness of Crown Royal and the heavy-pouring Omodaka. The bartender and I both nod politely before returning to a discussion on whether or not the measure of a whiskey is how demanding it is of the tastebuds, from which the other dude quickly checks out. Snobs.