Whiskey, according to folk songs, is either the devil leading us astray or the life of man. But whichever way you look at it, it’s as thoroughly reminiscent of Ireland as Guinness and St Patrick’s Day.
I take mine with ice. Yes, I know you’re rolling your eyes. But I subscribe to the Anthony Bourdain view that there is no wrong way to drink whiskey. Incidentally, he also took it with ice. What matters is the taste, the feeling it gives you when you’re drinking it, and, well, the joy of it.
