Happy Friday! Last month, One of my best friends and his girlfriend fucked off to London for seven weeks. I’ve been living vicariously through their Instagram pics, as well as pictures they’ve sent to me. One of which was sent a couple days ago. They had cocktails at a place called Dukes. According to my friend, that bar is where Ian Fleming came up with James Bond’s signature “shaken, not stirred line”.
Aside from making me want to go back to London, I remembered I had three martini styles from The American Bar at The Savoy hotel in London (of which, is another bar I want to go to next time I’m there) in my new martini cocktail book I used last week. Having the London itch, I felt the need to make all three styles for this space: Aptly named Dry, Medium, and Sweet:
Dry:
2 oz. London dry gin
1 oz. French dry vermouth
Strip of lemon peel or an olive for garnish
Combine the gin and vermouth in a cocktail shaker or mixing glass filled with ice. Shake or stir as desired. Strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with the lemon or olive.
Nothing really on the nose. Maybe a hint of lemon from the peel, but not much
Flavor is classic dry martini. It’s cold, crisp and strong. It starts out with a muted gin flavor, but about halfway through the dry vermouth starts starts to become more prevalent, and that trend continues all the way to the finish. Of which seems to be an almost inverse profile to the start. The vermouth is the main star, with the juniper notes of the gin taking a backseat. The dry vermouth also continues post sip, leaving a little bit of a lingering aftertaste, which in my case, acted as a little bit of a pace setter. Too many sips in a row compounded the lingering vermouth palate and could be a bit too much for some.
Medium:
1.5 oz. London dry gin
.75 oz. French dry vermouth
.75 oz. Italian sweet vermouth
Strip of lemon peel or an olive for garnish
Combine the gin and both vermouths in a cocktail shaker or mixing glass filled with ice. Shake or stir as desired. Strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with the lemon or olive.
There’s definitely more of an aroma here than on the dry variant. I think the sweet vermouth brings out more of the lemon, since I get much more of that here.
The flavor here is drastically different. The gin is still there, but nowhere near as prevalent. The sweet and dry vermouth play very well off of each other, and allows the lemon peel to impart more of its flavor into the drink. In fact, it tastes very similar to a vermouth spritz. The sweet vermouth does fade a little bit towards the end, so you still wind up with a bit of a dry vermouth aftertaste that lingers a bit on the palate. Overall, I think I might like this one better than the dry. It’s a bit more complex, and as mentioned before, it lets the garnish stand out a bit more. Mrs. Sharkbait also approves of this one, and says it is her favorite. She also says it tastes better with an olive. I’ll just take her word on that one…
Sweet:
2 oz. London dry gin
1 oz. Italian sweet vermouth
Strip of lemon peel or an olive for garnish
Combine the gin and vermouth in a cocktail shaker or mixing glass filled with ice. Shake or stir as desired. Strain into a coupe glass. Garnish with the lemon or olive.
Very similar aroma to the medium. The lemon is the standout aroma once again. Surprisingly little to no gin comes through at all here either.
This is very, very similar to the aforementioned vermouth spritz. The vermouth, despite being on the lesser end of the spirit ratio, does a good job of standing up to the gin. Almost too good of a job to be honest. The gin is almost completely overshadowed here surprisingly. The signature sweet, fortified wine flavor covers a good amount of the herbal notes the gin brings to the table. Gin however cannot be completely contained, and it does shine in eventually underneath the sweet notes. Thinning it out on the palate and keeping it from being too much of a good thing. The finish is a mixture of the two spirits, but this time, the gin leaves a little behind. I noticed a lingering gin mouth feel when I finished, as opposed to the dry vermouth that hung around post drink in the other two.
Well there we go. Three distinctively different martini styles from a bar I hope to be visiting soon. Which one was my favorite? I think I have to agree with Mrs. Sharkbait and pick the Medium Martini. It’s well balanced and more complex than your usual martini. That said, I’d easily make any one of these if I was in a certain kind of mood and/or lacked certain ingredients.
I love documentaries but this MOVE bio is just too depressing.
I’ve been to Duke’s!
Its now on the list
Sharky, send me your address in the back lot. I lost it. I have a shitty bottle of vodka and a Big Turk for you because you won the TWBS Memorial league.
Done!
Buf-Pit game now potentially being played with 65 MPH wind gusts.
Tomlin’s gonna win with 46 Najee Harris runs.
Works for me!
So, at the doctors with my mom, fuck cancer, and in the waiting room is a fucking tool watching reels but without headphones and with the volume on full blast.
Trying not to be an aasshole but it’s hard not to say something.
Also for being in a cancer clinic kinda place, with mandatory masks, the ability to correctly wear a mask is surprisingly low. WTAF
Dammit, all the best to your mom. Cancer is NAWT OK.
And as Sartre said, hell is other people. You’re allowed to murderkill waiting room assholes, it’s the law.
Is it bad that while I hope they recover, that the process is horrible and takes forever for them?
Seems fair.
You are nicer than I am.
I am sorry to hear that. I trust your Mom is in good hands and will prevail. Stay tough Buddy.
Oh no, cancer sucks. Beaming all the positive thoughts to your mom!
Confession time.
I have never had a martini.
One of the first drinks I ever had was a martini. My parents made it for themselves and gave me a sip. I must have been ten or something.
I’m assuming they thought that would put me off alcohol because It was the vilest nastiest shit I’d ever drank.
To this day, I still don’t like them.
The funny thing is that they acted like I was the crazy one for not liking it.
“What are you talking about? This is good!”
I did LOVE the olive though. That was the only part I liked.
Later, I would steal the olives from their martinis. That’s about as much martini as I can stand.
lol that’s awesome…it’s funny they thought you would like it. Kids’ tastebuds are not compatible with alcohol (which is, you know, good). I hated beer smell/taste until 18. Wish I still did.
My dad always gave me his martini olives.
Not sure I have had one either. Not against them, just not something I think to get when out and wayyyyyy to lazy to make one myself nor do I have any of the ingredients to make one
[think it over carefully]
“Nor have I. I’ve had a Martin G, a Martin H., and a Martin J., but never an I.” – Linsday Graham
I’m guessing Lillian Hellman wasn’t available.
https://www.espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/39293221/patriots-hire-jerod-mayo-replace-bill-belichick-sources-say
The long, lost twin of DFO’s very own Friday night content miner!
His top assistant:
Better than Joe Judge
In the conservatory. With the candlestick.
I’m surprised by this. I thought for sure it would be Vrabel.
Do we not like olives?
I freaking love olives, especially those containers of Greek olives my local supermarket sells.
I love them. Especially stuffed olives. Pimento, garlic cloves, blue cheese. Nomnomnom!
I only like black ones.
(reply as appropriate)
Actually, Kalamata olives are fine in a salad or whatever.
Nope. I’ve tried many different varieties too.
We have a mouse in the house. I got a message from my daughter, backed up by my wife, that it was a mole. I refused to believe them, because there is no way a mole got into out house. They do not tunnel through cement.
I have since seen this individual. It is indeed a mouse. I believe, but have yet to prove, that it has taken up residence inside one of our couches, because the fabric underneath that couch is torn, and because the mouse always disappears near that couch.
Now, I could put the couch outside and wait for the mouse to leave, or I could put the couch outside, set it on fire, and make the mouse leave, but both of these seem like more work than I want to do.
We also have a cat in the house. His job, as it has been explained to him, is to keep mice out of the house. He is failing miserably at his job, and his quarterly review with HR is going to reflect that. His reaction has been to go down to the basement, curl up in the fuzzy blankets under the table, and fall asleep.
Anyway, time to dust out the old traps, slather on some peanut butter, pull the trigger back and wait for that godawful SNAP-squeak-dead combination that triggers all that old Catholic guilt.
So, what’s all this about gin?
Just make sure to not use Lowratio’s favourite peanut butter!
This is the first time I wish Lowratio as real, because I could send him into the couch after the mouse.
lol sure he isn’t real okay whatever you say man
He’s real, and he’s spectacular!
https://youtu.be/wYUJ_Nxj47Q?si=Z2LSBEPc6GoPL45T&t=1284
Fire the cat, out on the mean street with him. STRONG chemicals for the couch… just wear hazmat suits during future use.
“Yeah, good luck with that. At Camp Minnetonka we learned all about what happens when you try to get rid of cats.” – Eli Manning
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjMffHG1V_Q