What I would come to discover over the course of this two-month assignment is that the martini is a blessedly stateless entity, created equally well in the shakers of bartenders from Manchester, N.H., to Miami. Maybe it spoke to my utter lack of sophistication, but as long as the proportions were right, as long the bartender understood the word “dry,” I was happy.
Ah, bartending competence. It’s enough to restore my faith in this great land of ours. [snif] America!
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