The Frappe Jim ain’t your average frappe. For one thing, it comes in a tall, soda-topped glass—not flimsy, nonrecyclable plastic—which you can trade in for fresh, cup after cup.

And, trust us, you’ll want to, given that it’s spiked with enough Kentucky bourbon and Oloroso sherry to help erase the day’s most distressing woes. (This is one of four sips on Uva Wine & Cocktail Bar’s [900 Seymour Street] revamped happy-hour menu, after all.)

Lemon, cream, egg white, and berries help impart a fruity frothiness that’s all frappe without the girl-in-Uggs feel.