It’s funny, I typically think of Old-Fashioneds as winter drinks. But sipping a big frosted glass of cold, bittered whiskey while riding in a wooden boat around Lake Kawaguesaga in Wisconsin, spotting eagles and loons is pretty great.

Wow, I like large Old Fashioneds, but to me “large” means 4 ounces. I can see I need to man up a few notches.

Also, when I was a teenager and still had a massive sweet tooth, my uncle once blended up a batch of ice-cream versions of the Brandy Alexander. Tasty stuff, that. Dunno whether I’d drink ‘em now, though.