My dad liked martinis and tended to have one or two every day around 6:00 p.m. just before dinner.
I never much cared for them but I liked eating an olive that had been in a martini. Whenever my dad was coming to visit, I always made sure I had plenty of gin, vermouth and a jar of olives on hand.
Did he like them shaken not stirred?
Great memories! My Dad liked beer - nothing fancy.
We both grew up in Milwaukee and all of my Uncles were Cops, Firemen or worked for Miller Brewing.
Now THOSE guys could DRINK! Like, at a professional level! ;)