Once many years ago during what was laughably called "A Record Cold Spell" and it did seem cold, with temperatures failing to meet a day time high of 40F for three successive days and nighttime temperatures sinking into the upper 20F's I desperately mumbled at a most knowledgeable drinking companion, "How do they manage in somewhere like Ulan Bator!"
"They make beer out of Dromedary Milk," he answered. And true, due to the record
low temperatures the local ale was chilled to the point of being pretty
much flavorless. But then realizing that my reference to Ulan Bator had to do
with the cruel weather rather than the quality of the refreshment, he added
"They're used to it over there." Well if I ever see my old friend again, I'm
going to tell him he had no idea what he was talking about.