Jesus, don’t you people know anything?
The best martini is cold. Ice cold. F—ing cold ice cold. That’s the most important thing, even more important than the brand of gin, and it must be shaken.
I look for the bars with the best freezers. D.C.'ers, I recommend the Eighteenth Street Lounge, next to Candy’s Hardware, second floor bar only. It’s not got a sign. Look for the well-dressed thug and the line. Dress nicer than I normally do.
I stick with the Budweiser of gins, Tanq, because I’m not certain of the consistent quality of some of the other “good” gins mentioned, and I’m probably not qualified to judge. (Example: I rolled through a bottle of some crap called Van Gogh and found it to be excellent.)
Here’s a slob’s home recipe for a fine dirty martini. You’ll need the following tools and accessories:
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A freezer on the lowest setting, with ice cubes and a bottle of gin that permanently lives there.
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Two Ziploc freezer bags (large).
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A hammer.
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A concrete stoop.
Double bag the ice, take to stoop, smash vigorously, thoroughly and quickly with hammer. Put back in freezer overnight.
Next day, whip out the ice, gently crumple, and quickly pour into shaker or whatever. Large-mouthed bottles work, too–glass. Put back into freezer for awhile.
Dump a crapload of gin into your “shaker.” Pour about a teaspoon of olive juice in, too. Shake it like you’re a fifteen year old kid with his first printout of a nude Britney Spears shot for about a minute. You can put the shaker back into the freezer if you’re anal.
Get a real martini glass. They can be stolen for about seven bucks if you have a girlfriend with a purse. Pour through a strainer if you have one. Otherwise, a section of screen from your housemate’s window will suffice. Check your compass and wave in the general direction of Italy. Two olives recommended.
It should pour clear with a vague copper tone, and will rest in the hand for half an hour unspoiled in a stemmed glass. If it’s not gone by then, you’ve wasted a lot of preparation time.