Yesterday I went to have dinner in the Restaurant La Reserve (Geneve).I never liked the place (snobbish, expensive, pseudo-chic) but I decided to give a try.
I ordered a dry martini and they asked me: “red, white, or rosé?”
I was surprised. The waiter, considering me a total ignorant, told me: “they exist”. And then brought me two normal glasses with ice and some strange vermouth.
I paid for the mineral water and left the restaurant. If La Reserve eventually read this page, they will understand better what was I talking about, by reading the Wikipedia on Martini , or by browsing the quotes below
“Martinis are the only American invention as perfect as a sonnet.”
H. L. Mencken
“A man must defend his home, his wife, his children, and his martini.”
”I had never tasted anything so cool and clean.” “They made me feel civilized.”
Ernest Hemingway novel Farewell to Arms.
“I never go jogging, it makes me spill my martini.”
“Shaken, not stirred.”
“Happiness is…finding two olives in your martini when you’re hungry.”
“I like to have a martini, two at the very most –After three I’m under the table, After four, I’m under my host.”
“One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.”
“Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either.”
“He knows just how I like my martini – full of alcohol.”
“If it wasn’t for the olives in his martinis he’d starve to death.”
“I’m not talking a cup of cheap gin splashed over an ice cube. I’m talking satin, fire and ice; Fred Astaire in a glass; surgical cleanliness, insight.. comfort; redemption and absolution. I’m talking MARTINI.