I’ve always fancied the idea of a martini. Sliding onto a barstool, looking the bartender in the eye, and demanding his best martini. ”Shaken, not stirred,” in my best Bond voice. 

The classic Bond martini consists of mostly gin, which I can’t stand doesn’t go down so easy for me. At least not as easy as vodka does.

Enter the dirty vodka martini, a newly developed favorite of mine. I ordered this little number for the first time this past weekend. And while it’s far from the occasional fruity girl drink, and even further from the occasional brewski, it still gets the job done. 

Added bonus: getting to chow down on the olives mid-drink.