And my next girlfriend, who would become my domestic partner, my common-law wife, my co-parent, my fellow New York City lover and adventurer. And, my roommate wondered? It didn’t go well? “He’s awesome,” I cried, bemoaning love past, love anew, the passage of time, and, really, too much vodka for one young, green, new-to-New-York lesbian.Īnd then I met gin. My roommate walked in and said, “What’s wrong?” I just met her boyfriend, I explained. I went home to my first NYC apartment in Chelsea that night, took off my clothes, and sat on the floor in my bra and underwear and began to cry. I loved the ex-girlfriend, loved the new boyfriend, and really loved the gigantic dirty martini. What does Ketel One even mean, I wondered? That one was served in a gigantic martini glass, like they used to do at Merc Bar on Mercer Street, probably closer to 10 or 12 ounces. We went to some bar in Soho maybe, and she taught me how to perfect a vodka martini order: Ketel One, dry, dirty martini, up. We as a we were over but she wanted to remain friends and introduce me to her new boyfriend (yes, boyfriend, that’s a different post). Met with a lover I had known in New York but before I moved to New York, an equally strong and passionate personality. Third martini memory: Same year, still same quarter probably. Knocks you over the head like a sack of bricks, kind of like first lesbian love. Delicious, briny, strong, impassioned-like the relationship that introduced it. What’s that, I wondered, and went along for the ride. We wound up one night at Bar D’o, which anyone who knew me in the ’90s and ’00s, and lots who didn’t, will remember was a terrific bar with a terrific drag show on the weekends, the kind of place where it was really dark, the drinks were fine not artisanal, possibly indiscreet things happened in bathrooms, and if you stayed there long enough-and a couple times, I did-you might find yourself dancing on the bar, Coyote Ugly-style. I was having a long-distance relationship with a woman in DC, who visited me in New York a couple of times. My second icy V-shaped glass of wonder was equally memorable. That first martini signified the beginning of my New York story. Glossy magazine publishing was still an aspirational career field, I had wanted to move to New York since I was a teenager, and finally, I had made it here. A martini at the Royalton in the late ’90s was emblematic of a moment in time. At the end of my first day of work as an editorial assistant at a fashion magazine for a major publisher, my friend who also worked as an assistant at the company insisted we go out and celebrate with a martini at the Royalton Hotel bar, then known colloquially as the off-campus cafeteria of our publishing company. I can trace my first martini back to 1997, to my one of my nights, in February, living in New York City. As I had my last martini of 2017 last night, it reminded me of my love for martinis-and my love for New York City, and love in New York City. From bubbly to tequila to all the wonderful love potions in between (espresso martinis get us hot and bothered so you know they made the list), we know you’ll find something on this *chef’s kiss* drinks menu that’ll get you in the lovey-dovey spirit.Most who know me know I’m pretty predictable when it comes to a cocktail order: gin martini between Easter and Halloween, rye Manhattan otherafter. Think of it as your own Valentine’s Day signature cocktail.īut what delicious drank should I whip up, you ask? Well, we’ve got a lil bit of everything. Leave your fear of a Sunday hangover behind (but if you wanna skirt around that issue there is an amazing mocktail on this list!), and celebrate with a specialty sipper that will sweep you off your feet just like the best partner you've ever had. The common denominator is that you’re going to need to whip up some V-Day drinks. Maybe you have a sexy date night planned and wanna show off your bartending skills, or perhaps you’re hosting a couple of your galentines for a cozy February 13th shindig. You already know that Valentine’s Day is the ultimate day to celebrate in the name of L-O-V-E-and this year it falls on a Saturday, so you have no excuse but to turn TF up. I don't care if you've got a boo that you've already made main-grid official, are in a situationship that doesn’t seem like it’ll materialize into V-Day plans, or are legitimately relieved to be single and not have to shop around for heart-embellished gifts, the holidays are always better with a fun drink in hand. Regardless of your relationship status, you're going to want to sip on (or chug, no judgment) a festive cocktail come February 14th.
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