A martini as I remember it is gin or vodka, chilled in some way with vermouth. Totally clear. Consumed for no other reason than to get you drunk. Or to eat the olive or onion soaking in the glass.
Now I know the "martini" craze has been on for several years but I'm so happy about the election I need something to be curmudgeonly about. So, today I read in Jenée Osterheldt's column in the Kansas City Star about some "martinis" at a place called the Drum Room.
She's describing the First Lady here:
a mix of Pear Persephone vodka, pomegranate, sweet and sour, Triple Sec and lime
And the FBI:
a tempting combo of Frangelico and Bailey's Irish Creme
To me these are not martinis! They're friggin' cocktails!
The political titles for the drinks come from the name of the Hilton President hotel in which the Drum Room is situated.
I'm not much of a drinker these days. And I'm still on a natural high from the elections! So actually, none of these so-called martinis are the slightest bit appetizing to me.
Gimme a Democratic win, straight up, please!