Cotton Candy Martini

[Tisiphone]

No.

No. No. Just...no.

The only things that are acceptable to go in a martini are gin, vodka, dry vermouth, (dry Lillet is also acceptable), and an onion, olive, or lemon peel.

The only things that should go in a margarita are tequila, triple sec, and lime juice (sweetened or fresh-squeezed) and salt for the rim.

The only things that should go in coffee is more coffee. :bergman:

Plain martini's are nasty. They must be sweetened. I've never developed a taste for gin as is, which is odd since I can drink just about anything (and do). But gin is just...it has to be mixed for me.

 

[Volpone]

I am quite fond of the "Vesper". (I was drinking it before the "Casino Royale" film. )

One part vodka (I like Smirnoff, but the book doesn't specify), one part Gordon's gin, 1/2 part dry Lillet. Shake for a good minute. Serve in a nicely chilled martini glass. Garnish with a lemon peel.

 

[Ancalagon]

So... what, last Saturday night Anne and I met one her old HS friends who was in town and his partner for a coffee.

Well we met at this Chocolate Delicatessen that they used to go to back in the day. Nowdays it has a martini bar. So what the fuck, we're talking and having a good time (they live in London now) and I order their signature drink. Little do I know it has FOUR shorts of liquor in it (fuck reading, I just looked at the picture).

Well two hours and 4 Signatures later, I'm DONE. I don't even remember leaving. I don't even remember riding home. I do remember lying naked on the bathroom floor, yelling at Anne to leave me alone, I was perfectly fine, and didn't feel like sleeping in the bed tonight!




Worse part was, all of this happened BEFORE 9 o'clock. All my friends were over at the house preparting, so I'm still not hearing the end of this.

 

[Tisiphone]

Woot! I had that experience at the martini ranch many times.

 

[ctmelvital]

So... what, last Saturday night Anne and I met one her old HS friends who was in town and his partner for a coffee.

Well we met at this Chocolate Delicatessen that they used to go to back in the day. Nowdays it has a martini bar. So what the fuck, we're talking and having a good time (they live in London now) and I order their signature drink. Little do I know it has FOUR shorts of liquor in it (fuck reading, I just looked at the picture).

Well two hours and 4 Signatures later, I'm DONE. I don't even remember leaving. I don't even remember riding home. I do remember lying naked on the bathroom floor, yelling at Anne to leave me alone, I was perfectly fine, and didn't feel like sleeping in the bed tonight!




Worse part was, all of this happened BEFORE 9 o'clock. All my friends were over at the house preparting, so I'm still not hearing the end of this.

Aren't you getting too old for this shit?