We at the Daily Record must respectfully disagree with your statement, “Men who drink whiskey are not named Robbie.”

And to prove it, we have compiled the following list of famous Robbies who were, in fact tipplers of the first degree:

** Robbie O’Connell, Irish singer whose songs address the Catholic-Protestant conflict in Northern Ireland:
http://www.robbieoconnell.com/biography.html

** Robbie Fulks, Chicago-based revival country singer who was described by one reviewer as “a shot of wry whiskey in the brew pub of country.”
http://www.countrystandardtime.com/d/article.asp?xid=441

** Robbie Robertson, guitar player for legendary 70s rockers The Band, who once composed the following lines:

Hail stones beatin’ on the roof
The bourbon is a hundred proof
It’s you and me and the telephone
Our destiny is quite well known
We don’t need to sit and brag
All we gotta do is rag Mama rag Mama rag

** Robbie Coltrane, the actor who plays Hagrid, the bearded, friendly sorcerer of the “Harry Potter” movies, who, according to this website, was at one point drinking a bottle of whiskey every day.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/327007/harry_potters_hagrid_little_known_facts.html

** Robbie Ftorek, member of the 1972 US Olympic hockey team, and former member of the Detroit Redwings and Quebec Nordiques. No evidence points specifically whiskey consumption, but if you accused him of not being man enough to drink whiskey, I reckon he might drop the gloves for a few rounds with you.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robbie_Ftorek

And for the record, I did call my maternal grandmother “Nana”.

ROBBIE WHELAN, Business Writer

pshaw!

See here, from Slate editor Jack Shafer, has to say about boozing and writing. A bit heavy handed and misogynistic, perhaps, but fun:

http://www.slate.com/id/2181183/

My favorite watering holes include Dizzie Issie’s and Frazier’s in the Remington/Hampden area, where I live, the Tusk Room at the Brass Elephant, which I can’t really afford, and happy hour at Kooper’s in Fells Point, which includes lots of free delicious food, and Mum’s in Federal Hill for divey atmosphere.

If you want to drop some green on good rye, go to Grand Cru in Belvedere Square, and drink some normal rye, or pay $50 for shot of the 100-year-old bottle that the owner found stashed in a Prohibition locker under the stairs of his house.

Not sure I water alongside too many lawyers, but all of the above are quality establishments.

…and for the record, my publisher has me mistaken for an editor, when I am, in fact, a reporter.

ROBBIE WHELAN