The old-fashioned is at once “the manliest cocktail order” and
“something your grandmother drank,” and between those poles we
discover countless simple delights, evolutionary wonders, and
captivating abominations. Because of its core simplicity and its
elasticity — because it is primordial booze — ideas about the
old-fashioned exist in a realm where gastronomical notions shade
into ideological tenets. It is a platform for a bar to make a
statement, a surface on which every bartender leaves a thumbprint,
and a solution that many a picky drinker dips his litmus paper in.
You are a free man. Drink your drink as you please. But know that
your interpretation of the recipe says something serious about
your philosophy of fun.