Having worked as a bartender and having been a martini drinker myself, I take issue with all the flavored Vodkas and a real martini is make from gin and a whisper of vermouth. Chocolate Martini sounds god awful to me. But I am old and a purist.
But Happy Birthday even if you do have terrible taste in cocktails.
A table of 3 goddesses...and chocolate. Hmmm, not sure I should interrupt this. Wow pj, you're really on the cusp, eh? Anyway, Happy Both Birthday AND Springtime!
Where is that high-speed blender? Ah, here it is. Alright then, chocolate martinis for everyone, or for anyone willing to give one a try, that is.
"Try everything once," the saying goes. I've found it to be a suggestion used by people, mostly of the European-American variety to get a fellow patron to drink something that they would not normally drink.
Why, I'll even have one myself. Professional duty, you know, continuing education and all that. I think I am going to have to go easy on the Agave Nectar, though.
Utah Savage: I'd never actually had a chocolate martini before today, I felt inspired to try one today. I'm not much of a drinker so you'll have to forgive me for my unschooled tastebuds.
Jazzolog: According to the experts I'm actually Aries as the stars changed earlier than normal on my birthday. I think I act more like a Piscean though. Of course it's all a load of codswallop (but don't tell my astrologer friend I said that).
Bartender: thanks for the chocotini - yummy!
Nausicaa: I'm definitely a giver. Glad you like my chosen beverage.
I knew it might be dangerous to join this table. I don't mind the chocolate but I think Bartender put a dash too much codswallop in mine. The last time I drank alcohol with cod liver oil in it, I didn't recover for a week---but I was a lot healthier.
Sometimes being a purist is a pain in the ass. But there are some traditions that should hold. A martini by any other name is just an excuse to consume chocolate and alcohol or some other concoction du jour. If you children can't drink like grownups... Well, words fail to express my disapproval. Have a fucking Zima, chug some coke and Bombay gin, top it off with a little goldschlager or whatever crap is now consumed to get you drunkest fastest. Cheers. I'm going to go smoke pot and sulk by myself.
Aahh, the last time someone was kicked out of the Wulfshead... Let me see. It was before your time, Ma'am. Those were less gentle times. The way I recall it, there was this customer who complained about the music. And, well,one of the patrons just shot him, Ma'am. People applauded too.
I miss the good old days. Nowadays, Ma'am, hardly anyone ever gets kicked out of The Wulfshead. Unless, it is someone who is...uh, how shall I put it...boring, Ma'am. And no one has ever accused the gentlelady from Utah of that.
It's clear to me the trouble Madam Savage has comes from denying herself the codswallop in the chocolate martini. One becomes willing to drink anything at that point, tradition or no. She speaks as one affected with the hornswoggle so prevalent in a Brandy Alexander.
One might presume a dash of codswallop is similar to a pinch of hornswoggle, but here we have evidence such is not the case. Let's remember PJ has entered the Club through the London access point, and Utah Savage strides through the Utah entrance. The creations of England get mightily changed over here. And of course, being walloped by a cod is not nearly as excrutiating as woggling on some horns for an evening.
This is a delightful party. I keep coming back to it and find myself laughing as if I might be a bit tipsy. Have I been slipped a little something when I wasn't looking? There is no codswallop in Utah, I assure you. And is there a list of members somewhere? I see Randal every now and then. Like a ghost, he drifts through the place quoting Poe. And I've grown very fond of Lady F. And though I may be in Utah, I am not of Utah. Paris, Texas is my birthplace. It's also the name of a superb movie. Things and people aren't always what they seem, are they?
The Wulfshead club is a well known watering hole for all the strange and unusual people in the world. And for those just passing through... No one's quite sure exactly where the club itself is located, and the very anonymous management likes to keep it that way, but there are authorized access points at locations all around the world, if you know where to look. And if your name's on the approved list. ~Simon Green, Daemons Are Forever
Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI hope your birthday is spectacular!
That chocolate martini looks delicious!
Having worked as a bartender and having been a martini drinker myself, I take issue with all the flavored Vodkas and a real martini is make from gin and a whisper of vermouth. Chocolate Martini sounds god awful to me. But I am old and a purist.
ReplyDeleteBut Happy Birthday even if you do have terrible taste in cocktails.
A table of 3 goddesses...and chocolate. Hmmm, not sure I should interrupt this. Wow pj, you're really on the cusp, eh? Anyway, Happy Both Birthday AND Springtime!
ReplyDeleteI don't know Utah, there's chocolate in there. Aside from chocolate carp, name one bad thing with that as an ingredient.
ReplyDeleteFine birthday wishes to you, and anyone else born today unless you happen to be a yokel.
Another celebration so soon?
ReplyDeleteThis make it two Pisces in the house, if I am not mistaken.
Two Pisces, eh? How interesting...
ReplyDeleteNot that it would mean much to me. I can't help it, Aries don't believe in Astrology.
But, what the heck, I'll have one of those martinis all the same. Can't help that either; I have never been able to say no to a drink.
Happy birthday, PJ!
I can't say no to chocolate - happy birthday, PJ!
ReplyDeleteWhere is that high-speed blender? Ah, here it is. Alright then, chocolate martinis for everyone, or for anyone willing to give one a try, that is.
ReplyDelete"Try everything once," the saying goes. I've found it to be a suggestion used by people, mostly of the European-American variety to get a fellow patron to drink something that they would not normally drink.
Why, I'll even have one myself. Professional duty, you know, continuing education and all that. I think I am going to have to go easy on the Agave Nectar, though.
For what it's worth Holiday Mathis, who writes her column for Creators Syndicate Inc., says:
ReplyDeletePisces (Feb. 19-March 20): You've brought support, education and inspiration to a relationship.
I'll say! That chocolate martini was a real education to me.
Happy BD, PJ!
Hey all, thanks for your good wishes.
ReplyDeleteUtah Savage: I'd never actually had a chocolate martini before today, I felt inspired to try one today. I'm not much of a drinker so you'll have to forgive me for my unschooled tastebuds.
Jazzolog: According to the experts I'm actually Aries as the stars changed earlier than normal on my birthday. I think I act more like a Piscean though. Of course it's all a load of codswallop (but don't tell my astrologer friend I said that).
Bartender: thanks for the chocotini - yummy!
Nausicaa: I'm definitely a giver. Glad you like my chosen beverage.
Peej--
ReplyDeleteThere's a present for you in Dancing Girls. I hope you like it.
I knew it might be dangerous to join this table. I don't mind the chocolate but I think Bartender put a dash too much codswallop in mine. The last time I drank alcohol with cod liver oil in it, I didn't recover for a week---but I was a lot healthier.
ReplyDeleteA belated Happy Birthday.
ReplyDeleteSometimes being a purist is a pain in the ass. But there are some traditions that should hold. A martini by any other name is just an excuse to consume chocolate and alcohol or some other concoction du jour. If you children can't drink like grownups... Well, words fail to express my disapproval. Have a fucking Zima, chug some coke and Bombay gin, top it off with a little goldschlager or whatever crap is now consumed to get you drunkest fastest. Cheers. I'm going to go smoke pot and sulk by myself.
What is pictured there is a Brandy Alexander. Now that's a drink with history and a tradition.
ReplyDeleteIf I keep this up are you going to kick me out of the club?
ReplyDeleteAahh, the last time someone was kicked out of the Wulfshead... Let me see. It was before your time, Ma'am. Those were less gentle times. The way I recall it, there was this customer who complained about the music. And, well,one of the patrons just shot him, Ma'am. People applauded too.
ReplyDeleteI miss the good old days. Nowadays, Ma'am, hardly anyone ever gets kicked out of The Wulfshead. Unless, it is someone who is...uh, how shall I put it...boring, Ma'am. And no one has ever accused the gentlelady from Utah of that.
ReplyDeleteIt's clear to me the trouble Madam Savage has comes from denying herself the codswallop in the chocolate martini. One becomes willing to drink anything at that point, tradition or no. She speaks as one affected with the hornswoggle so prevalent in a Brandy Alexander.
ReplyDeleteOne might presume a dash of codswallop is similar to a pinch of hornswoggle, but here we have evidence such is not the case. Let's remember PJ has entered the Club through the London access point, and Utah Savage strides through the Utah entrance. The creations of England get mightily changed over here. And of course, being walloped by a cod is not nearly as excrutiating as woggling on some horns for an evening.
This is a delightful party. I keep coming back to it and find myself laughing as if I might be a bit tipsy. Have I been slipped a little something when I wasn't looking? There is no codswallop in Utah, I assure you. And is there a list of members somewhere? I see Randal every now and then. Like a ghost, he drifts through the place quoting Poe. And I've grown very fond of Lady F. And though I may be in Utah, I am not of Utah. Paris, Texas is my birthplace. It's also the name of a superb movie. Things and people aren't always what they seem, are they?
ReplyDeleteI am wondering what happened to the birthday girl?
ReplyDelete