Kids (& Dirty Martinis) as an Acquired Taste

I still remember my first dirty martini. At the ripe young age of 24, on a business trip with my boss, in the weirdest restaurant in the world (Thirteen Coins), or at least Seattle. Celebrating some good news and thinking that being on a business trip must mean Iā€™m terribly grown up, I ordered the most grown-up-sounding drink I could think of ā€“ the dirty martini ā€“ without understanding what was in it or how to order it....more