You probably know the type: a guy, dressed in clothes two steps below appropriate for a restaurant setting and mildly unaware of etiquette, ambles up to the bar and says, “Make me a drink. Nothing girly.” I respond, “How about a Whiskey Sour?” He pounds the bar: “Perfect!” Imagine the horror when he sees the finished product: a small-stemmed glass garnished with an orange wheel and bright red cherry. It’s an elegant drink when made like this, the classic way, but no less delicious when served in a tumbler on the rocks.