When I want to annoy my boyfriend I order a Ketel One martini, extra dirty. (Vodka is sooooo uncouth; a proper martini is made with gin and has a lemon twist; and extra dirty just means “make it so salty I can barely taste the booze.” Not that vodka has much of a taste – the very reason cocktail geeks disdain it. It is, as Mandie reminded me I taught her, just a vehicle for alcohol. (“My dear,” she said, “that is the entire point.” Touché.))
Anyway. On Friday evening at Flatbush Farm, a dirty Ketel One martini was all I wanted. It wasn’t to annoy M.; he wasn’t there (not that I had reason to). Guess I just wanted to get crunkkkkd. (And for the record, it was salty as a salt-lick and positively dripping with uncouth booze and utterly, absolutely glorious.)
Norah, let’s start the Dirty Vodka Martini Defenders Alliance.
A dirty vodka martini is like good bacon. Salty, delicious, a bit unglamorous and with little point other than bring pure pleasure.
Why would you make a martini out of bloody mary base? what will you darn kids think of next?
I agree with Mr. Comstock. I do sort of want a bloody mary now, but this flask of bourbon is still about half full from the wedding. I should probably fix that first.
