When I was in high school, during my underage drinking days we always used to drink hard liquor because smuggling a 6-pack of tallboys was more of a nuisance than a 26 of cheap rye or vodka. I think that is where my taste for martinis came from. In first year I used to, no joke, carry a small duffel bag with my gear to house parties. It had a box of martini glasses, a shaker, bottles of vermouth, vodka and olives and I used to just mix them all night. It was super lame in retrospect but seemed cool at the time. If only I'd been smart enough to start wearing suits too but that dumb phase didn't show up until grad school.Xprimentyl said:Ah, how could I forget my beloved martinis?? I won?t go as far as to say I thought they?d make me seem cool, but something about their apparent elegance in popular culture (particularly films) intrigued me. The first one I tried, I was disgusted and pretty disappointed; I hate olives and should have guessed. But the bartender offered me a Gibson martini, gin and vermouth with a cocktail onion instead of an olive; LOVED it and have loved them ever since. But back to their ?elegance,? yeah? after two, I?m pretty tanked. It?s become a joke between me and my drinking buddies; everyone sticks to their ?normal? drinks, but when I?m feeling feisty, I?ll order my Gibson. They?ve dubbed it the ?Oh Shit,? so named after the phrase invariably uttered when they see me coming with one?
I wonder if I'll think all the stuff I do now is stupid when I'm 40. Probably.
I still drink them now and then but usually only at cocktail bars or something. Last one I had was at an Italian restaurant in Shanghai while on vacation. It was good but the waitstaff were visibly amused that a homeless looking white guy in a Hawaiian shirt ordered such a classy cocktail. I'll have to try a Gibson next time I'm somewhere classy. Not a massive gin fan but I mean, I'm not that fussy if I'm being truly honest.