Old man bars live and die by their regulars. Not regulars as in, the guy behind the counter sort of remembers your order from your last visit -- regulars as in, Charlie's been sitting on that stool since the end of the Nixon administration. The bartender knows his kids, busts his chops, and pours his drinks as stiff as he did in the 1970s. We should all be so lucky.

In Old Man Drinks, Robert Schnakenberg celebrates these corner bars and the sailors, cab drivers, and salesmen who haunt them with classic recipes and salient bits of grandfatherly wisdom. Just take it from Dick, 80, a retired factory worker: "I'm gonna die someday, so I may as well drink."