Thursday, May 15, 2003


Booze


Erik Barzeski’s Question of the Day yesterday was:
“What is your favorite alcoholic beverage?”

I posted a little one line answer in the comments for the entry, but I might as well elaborate here.

I’m not really much of a drinker. I don’t have any philosophical or medical objections to consenting adults drinking, and as a matter of fact when I’m out socially I enjoy having a cocktail, and a cold beer goes great with pizza or an outdoor barbecue. It never really occurs to me to drink heavily, though. I’m perfectly content to order a good, well-mixed drink and nurse it for hours. In college, I would drink whatever cheap, nasty crap was available, because I was, well, young. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve developed a taste for a more minimal, “purist” approach to beverages. Because I find that beer tends to give me an unpleasantly full feeling, I prefer mixed drinks. I find I prefer those with a minimum of extra mixers and sweeteneners, so something like a Manhattan works much better for me than a Piña Colada.

My favorite drink, however, is the classic dry gin martini, as immortalized in countless 50’s & 60’s “swingin’” films and TV shows. The funny thing is that I really don’t like olives, but in this context they rock. Like most drinks, it’s at its best when served almost shockingly cold.


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