From the cocktail menu at a restaurant called 718, in Astoria, New York:
Kevin Martini: Stoli vodka, olive juice, olives with blue cheese
Frankly, that sounds quite disgusting.
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by Suw on October 21, 2005
From the cocktail menu at a restaurant called 718, in Astoria, New York:
Kevin Martini: Stoli vodka, olive juice, olives with blue cheese
Frankly, that sounds quite disgusting.
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That's not a cocktail, that's a greek salad.
I do resent the naming there. While I do like olives, blue cheese, and vodka, liking things doesn't mean they belong in the same glass, as you know:
http://chocnvodka.blogware.com/blog/_archives/2004/3/17/76432.html
That really does sound gross….at least we know you won't be re-naming this blog “Cheese and Vodka”
I have another contender for you. “The Effluent”
1 Shot Baileys
1 Shot Bourbon
Coke
Served in a tumbler with or without Ice. Add shot of Baileys. Add shot of Bourbon (I prefer Jack) and top up with Coke.
Tastes good, looks like Sh*t
As opposed to this one, which looks like shit and tastes like shit too.
Yeah, i prefer my Kevin straight up…
(note: i cannot claim responsibility for this comment. instead I must blame, fairly and squarely, Mr Anderson.)
You tried it?
I know it sounds gross, but it is actually very good. The requirement is that you like Dirty Martinis – the ones where they pour olive juice into the drink, and that you enjoy blue cheese. Then they stuff a green olive with blue cheese before they put it in the drink, the cheese melts into the drink slowly.
Everything in that drink sounds good but the bleu cheese.
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