Jun 3, 2023
Martini’s - Hung Over (1967)
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Argentina
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
Martini’s - Hung Over (1967)
Late Late Party - Martini's (Hung Over / Late Late Party, 1967)
Hung Over - Martini's (Hung Over / Late Late Party, 1967)
https://www.etsy.com/listing/237163773/birthday-martini
New Post has been published on Wine, Women and Chocolate
Check out our new post from http://www.winewomenandchocolate.com/deep-fried-dirty-martinis-oh-my/
Deep Fried Dirty Martini's, OH MY!
Created by Oh, Bite It!, these tasty treats transform your favorite dirty cocktail into a crispy treat with a booze-bursting olive center.
To make these babies, you’ll need green olives, vodka, dry vermouth, a large jar, canola oil for frying, dry herbs for seasoning, flour, eggs and breadcrumbs.
Pour the vodka, dry vermouth and the olives into a large jar.
After the olives soaked in the fridge overnight, remove them from the jar and dunk them in flour.
Plop them into the eggs…
…and cover them in lots of breadcrumbs.
Next, throw them in hot oil…
…and fry each one to golden brown perfection.
Place them on a paper towel to cool, sprinkle them with seasoning…
…and you’re all set! You now have a delicious dirty martini snack.
Pile your creations high in your favorite glass…
http://elitedaily.com/envision/deep-fried-dirty-martini-photos/1044129/
Martini’s Restaurant in Vancouver (West Broadway)
Calamari and Pizza dinner – Dec 2013
Mmmmmm!
Martini's - Hung Over
157. Martinis
Alex
This week, in honor of how much I'm loving this blog a friend of mine has been keeping, I'm going to try to write about five bars in Peoria, Illinois. I went to college there but haven't been back in over five years. These are meant to be stories of complicated love, as all stories about liquor and the drinking of it should be. Today is Martinis on Water.
You don't go to Martinis because you want a martini. You go because you want a beer.
It's on the pretty part of Peoria's riverfront. Peoria's river is gorgeous but it's also cold as all hell and it's not all something you want to get too close to most of the year.
Martinis has a million martinis but it's also in Peoria within walking distance of Bradley University, which means they probably make as much money on Miller Lite as they do on anything in a stem glass.
You're there because someone wanted to go. Someone wanted one martini so now you're down by the river and there's a band setting up. Someone's ex boyfriend's fraternity brother is in the band. This will be true no matter how often you come. This will be true even if you do not bring women.
Martinis is dark. Every bar in Peoria is dark. You'll think that this is the case for all bars in all towns, but it's important that you go to a city where you can get a Hot Pocket in a bar and see what dark looks like. And this is the nice kind of dark, where no amount of windows seems to make the place feel less cavernous.
There will be the requisite thousand bottles of different liquors on the back wall. You won't have any of those, because you're twenty-two and you don't know shit about anything. You don't know how to pronounce anything so you drink the first thing anyone that can be roughly called an adult gets for you. It comes with an orange in it, because of course it does.
Someone's meeting someone here. It's a date, but it's not, because you have ten people and they're bringing five others. That's all OK with you, because you never know how the damn hell you're back at Martinis again in the first place so it may as well get weird.
It does, but never too much, and you walk home before you forget that you never walk home from the river. You'll be back in four months because that's how long it takes before everyone's back at Martinis. Everyone forgets everything about it and tries to experience it again. Maybe next time you'll be the one on the group-date-not-date.
As you leave you notice someone you had a fight with in a previous life. You think, as you exit, that of course that asshole is here, because he seems like the guy who would go to Martinis.
But you're here, and you'll be back, and you're more OK with it all than you let on.