You know what? When I make a martini (good gin, even better vermouth,plenty of ice in a shaker), I make a big one. And it relaxes me. I suppose I should be somehow ashamed of this, or something, but I am not. it is what it is and sometimes I even call it a coping mechanism. I do not do it every night, only maybe once a week usually on a Friday because I know I won’t have to get up at 5am like on weeknights.
It’s Friday, and I have had that martini- probably 4 oz of gin (Beefeater) instead of the industry standard of 2. And yet, I do not care. I am relaxed, and everything is funny. Isn’t that what Friday night is supposed to be?
And another thing…just because it’s served in one of those glasses does NOT make it a martini (appletini, caramel mochatinijavadeluxe, whatever). A martini is gin and vermouth,shaken until icy cold, and served with olives, teeny onions, or a lemon zest.