Oh how fun it is to be rich and british.
I really like Gin, actually, so I thought I’d talk a bit about the wonderful liquor.
1. I am not a martini drinker. I hate the affectation of drinking cocktails in a cocktail glass, so even if i want a manhattan, i’ll order it down (on the rocks).
2. I learned the term ‘up and over’ (meaning shaken/stirred and strained) from a cocktail waitress @ the Space Room lounge old enough to be my grandma and blind enough to take my fake ID (at the time. soooo totally of legal age now)
What it comes down to, I think, is ice. As a long suffering desert dweller, I learned to covet the ice cube more than the av-er-age person. I will stir, chew, enjoy the bracing and slightly painful sting and numbness of lingual overexposure, and thoroughly enjoy all the ice in my drink, especially if it’s a G&T.
3. I was recently on my beautiful (and very dirty) porch, savoring a G&T, when a dear friend of mine professed confusion about what Gin actually was. It’s the world’s best clear liquor; a wonderful elixer that’s made when you put fuck-tons of herbs, spices and other crazy shit into vodka. yummy.
this is a work in progress… i will update it as i think of things to say, but i wanted to get the ‘chap olympics’ up asap.
Cheerio!
