It was my clean-shaven, well-moisturized bartender at Swank Cocktail Club who fist introduced me to bruised gin.
I would have never have entered the Swank Cocktail Club on Presidio and California had it not been for “The Girl in her Grandmother’s Mink” (my female inspiration for 2011). But it was a Wednesday night, I had just recovered from a cold and had not yet eaten dinner. So I why not drink about it and order a dirty martini with extra olives?
Swank is attached (sort of) to the Laurel Inn, a 2011 Michelin rated boutique hotel within stumbling distance of my apt. The scene is set with a beautiful mid-century style fireplace lighting the cozy bar. The place was empty except for a woman in a Eames Lounge not wearing shoes, clearly a few cocktails in stroking her partners inner thigh. Mad Men season 2 was also playing on multiple flat screens.
I already wanted a cigarette.
My Absolute dirty martini was the perfect combination of salty crisp. My drinking buddy ordered a Tanqueray martini. After the gin had already been shaken and poured the bartender apologized for bruising the drink. When I asked about it there is apparently a difference in the taste of a gin martini that has been shaken with ice vs. stirred with ice.
Try it you may be surprised.
Overall GRR rating: 6.5
total bill: $32 for 3 expertly made martinis
likes: drinking with Don Draper by the fireplace
crowd: cougarish out-of-towners and dudes with briefcases
re-visit potential: not likely but I could totes see Tarantino filming a scene where Samuel L. Jackson serves an underage Saoirse Ronan as they discuss the new Keith Richards biography when another patron (Penelope Cruz) gets up from a rear-facing Eames and shoots Jackson in the face.