RECTOVERSO: Nantucket Blues and Cocktail Consistency

The ADG Gospel on Nantucket Reds has long since been posited. If you need a quick refresher just click here.

You might recall...or not...my cocktails and clicking of several weeks ago. The evening that manifested the O'Connell's bleeding madras online buffet also included a Nantucket Blues appetizer from Murray's. Somehow in all of the bleeding Madras exhilaration, my Nantucket Blues arrival didn't quicken the pulse over here and that's too bad. Truth...I think I like the blues better than the reds...let's see how they behave after a couple more washings and a day or so sitting in the sun. The photo above is for...

I'm not generally one for light blue trews but these have tons of nuance and an interestingly patchy-scaly veneer finished off with just the right amount of dye splotchiness. I sound like a derma-damn-tologist moonlighting as a Wine Spectator columnist. Shut up.

Jury remains out on what I'll do with the bottoms. Right now they are just turned up and out of the way. Might cuff 'em...might leave 'em as is.

The rough canvas texture of these classics keeps them squarely in the ultra casual realm. Sloppy-preppy-trad homeless...that's me if I'm not in front of clients. Bathing is way overrated.

I've decided that I'd be an easy mark for an assassin. Shadow me for a couple of days and my routines are obvious. Hell, if you wanna knock me off just camp out in front of Cactus Cantina every Friday and Saturday nights for a couple of weeks and you'll be bound to ace me. Just make certain that your aim is true. LFG always accompanies me. Guys aren't difficult to figure out.

I've never been one for fancy drinks. I don't do trendy-fancy at the bar...I do fancy in the GTH trouser tournament and that's about it. Martinis cover several major food groups and as a moderate drinker, I limit myself to two of them. What's the old saying about martinis? Two and I'm under the table--Three and I'm under my date. If I'm gonna have a hooch snort or two, I'd just as soon make it count. My only variation in decades of martini consumption was a move from gin to vodka about ten years ago. I simply can't stand myself the next day after gin consumption of any amount. You couldn't stand me either. By the way, if you don't have a copy of Barnaby Conrad III's book on the history of the Martini...I'd suggest that you get it. While you're at it you might as well get his book on Absinthe. Then you probably should go ahead and learn a thing or two about his daddy. Buy some Herb Caen lore while you're stocking up.

Stoli is fine with me. Anything nicer is only a price point increase to my palate. Dry-dirty-three big olives and I'm good to go. Olives stuffed with....you pick it...I'm probably gonna like it. Vermouth...a little dab will do ya...it's a garnish. A Gibson? Why not? A little onion from time to time makes it interesting. On the rocks? You've gotta be kidding me. Part of the ritual involves drinking it in a proper glass...anticipating the ice cold burn of the first swallow and the briny dregs of the final lukewarm drop. Ice would derail and attenuate not only the martini but the entire damn ritual. So here's to my two drink maximum in.....