The sirens of my home bar. Not oft passed. But when they call, I plug my ears with wax and lash myself to the mast. I’m human. Cheating, I keep both hands free to stir, pour and capitulate.
Well done PD. Seduced by your words and Catherine Deneuve.
This is sheer perfection. Though I have stopped drinking mostly to avoid inflammation at my advanced age I have always considered the classic martini the little black dress of cocktails. One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my mother making one perfect martini each evening while I did my homework and we waited for my father to come home from work for dinner. Their frequent cocktails parties always featured a perfect martini. The last drink I had before stopping was a perfect martini at the legendary Venetian Room in my DC home away from home, The Hotel Lombardy. I will never forget it and you have captured the essence of this perfect libation....well, perfectly. Cheers!
We must add this to the list of the things we plan to talk about. I must tell you about my first drink in a bar, and I must tell you my martini story. They are one and the same.
Love this. Thanks for sharing
The sirens of my home bar. Not oft passed. But when they call, I plug my ears with wax and lash myself to the mast. I’m human. Cheating, I keep both hands free to stir, pour and capitulate.
Well done PD. Seduced by your words and Catherine Deneuve.
This is sheer perfection. Though I have stopped drinking mostly to avoid inflammation at my advanced age I have always considered the classic martini the little black dress of cocktails. One of my most vivid childhood memories is of my mother making one perfect martini each evening while I did my homework and we waited for my father to come home from work for dinner. Their frequent cocktails parties always featured a perfect martini. The last drink I had before stopping was a perfect martini at the legendary Venetian Room in my DC home away from home, The Hotel Lombardy. I will never forget it and you have captured the essence of this perfect libation....well, perfectly. Cheers!
Thank you, and my pleasure *lifts glass in salute*
As I've grown older (69), I find that I drink less and enjoy it more. Usually a martini. Gin not vodka. Stirred not shaken.
James Bond was an idiot.
A vodka Martini is not a Martini. It's something else. Martinis mean gin. Period.
We must add this to the list of the things we plan to talk about. I must tell you about my first drink in a bar, and I must tell you my martini story. They are one and the same.