Posted on 03/01/2024 7:18:47 PM PST by Callahan
-Martinis costing anywhere from $30 to $150 are popping up in places like New York and San Francisco.
-The maximalist martinis encapsulate "loud luxury."
-Loud luxury, in contrast to "quiet luxury," is about spending a lot and owning it.
Martinis are having a moment — so, naturally, that means someone has to start charging exorbitant prices for them.
Enter: The $40 martini.
Recent stories from Eater SF and Punch have dug into the rise of "maximalist" martinis popping up in cities such as San Francisco and New York at wildly high prices.
In Manhattan, there's a $45 citrus martini at Ilis and a $34 martini at Monkey Bar. Across the country, in San Francisco, you can find a $150 martini at Empress by Boon, and in Miami a $55 martini at Cote.
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Sure....
Or, “Uh, just NO!”
I’m more of a Gibson man, myself.
It’s time to Shake and Stir your own martini.
I like my martinis.... but at $40? No.
Because of climate change?!
Bought my son in law and I a martini each at a Cheesecake Factory and shocked to find out they were 18 each.
I’ll drink at home.
Bought my son in law and I a martini each at a Cheesecake Factory and shocked to find out they were 18 each.
I’ll drink at home.
More of a Rickenbacker girl, myself. ;)
Peyote or Ayahuasca for me…
Bars buy some bath tub gin and cheap vermouth and charge an arm and a leg.
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Now every morning just before breakfast
I don’t want no coffee or tea
Just me and my good buddy Weiser
That’s all I ever need
‘Cause I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Yeah, the other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel’s
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Yeah, the other day I got invited to a party
But I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker
And his brothers Black and Red
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Here more on the ingredients//recipes:
I predict that cooking at home and hosting dinner parties will become a big(ger) hobby as restaurants become unaffordable. Folks will leave gratuities that help to cover the host’s costs so everyone can enjoy dinners out at one another’s homes...and grand dinners in their own homes.
Scorpions always try to eat my toes when I do that, so I run away and have to take an Uber back to the house that costs like $75 and I always lose my pants.
Not even a 40 CENT martini for me.
That’s why I trip balls in a hermetically sealed sweat teepee.
I’m always thinking…
A fool and his money are soon parted.
Seeking status is a fool’s errand. It’s meaningless and impresses no one. It just makes the fool think he’s better than everyone else and that they are jealous of him.
If you find a place that sells those, please let us know.
I’m not old enough to actually trip on my balls yet, though I’ve sat on them.
If the teepee is hermetically sealed, you may be experiencing oxygen deprivation that could enhance the experience.
Crap. Squirrels are planning a coup. They think I can’t understand them, stupid animals. Brb
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