The Filthy Martini

By merely posting about Martini's I am creating (stirring up?) controversy. Controversy between the Gin Martini vs. Vodka Martini set, the shakers vs. stirrers. Vermouth lovers and haters. Even the amount and kind of olives used are debated amongst purists.

To this end I would like to defend myself by stating that I am neither a bartender nor master mixologist. I like what I like, and I like dirty, nay, filthy martinis. And garlic stuffed olives, and gin.

What makes this martini filthy is the liberal addition of olive brine, and yes, a garlic stuffed olive. This is less drink and more appetizer, and oh so good.

I refuse to lecture you on shaking vs. stirring, the benefits of a vermouth spritzer, etc. The following is an account of how I, prefer my martini, and I demand you enjoy it too~!

Return of the Fro-Yo

Which one of these trends from the 80's is back to haunt us:

A) FAME: The Movie
B) Big Hair
C) Frozen Yogurt Stores
D) The Soviet Union

Give up? Well, technically all of the above.... but I am here to deride the return of the novelty Fro-Yo movement. I will not give in. I refuse to condone any movement that involves the potential combination of green tea, fruity pebbles, and carob. No people, this is wrong. Light, fluffy, fun, and wrong.

Noah and I recently visited "yogurtland" (no, really, that's what it's called) on La Brea the other night, for a post-Indian Food cooldown. The people watching was FAR more enjoyable than the silly self-serve dessert. It seemed like every gay, asian, and fashionista (and a few gaysianista's) in a 15 block radius had turned out to cram their gob with 3 lbs of frozen yogurt.