Fat Chance.
Of course, many poolside bars require your beverage be in a plastic cup – so if you insist on ordering a martini under these conditions, you get what you deserve.
But still, why does ordering a Martini in the tropics produce such bewilderment and disdain?
“Sheeze dude, you’re on vacation!”
“Yes I am, my good man, and I’d love a Martini – do you by chance have Tanquary gin on hand?” This inquiry generally followed by a long pause and a blank stare.
As if being on vacation requires consuming some sweet, syrupy, colorful concoction served on ice with speared fruit and a useless little paper umbrella sticking out the top – I’m on vacation, I haven’t lost my mind.
But alas, if the bartender has even heard of vermouth, let alone have it in stock, they don’t know how to use it.
We are talking about a mist of vermouth; atoms co-mingling with the gin, ever so lightly. Instead we get measurable quantities splashing through and cutting the gin into some bittersweet creation only vaguely resembling a Martini.
It makes one want to give up and order a nice, dry Chardonnay instead...
But that’s another story.
Tom lives in San Francisco and works as a sound engineer, freelance writer, and web publisher. He enjoys traveling, nature, reading, photography, and music. Read more stories by Tom at http://www.touristtravel.com/travel_stories.htm
[tags]travel, humor, humorous travel account, martini, tropics, tropical[/tags]
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