We are Killing the Art of the Martini

YOU! You reading this right now are (probably) contributing to the downfall of a cocktail that makes it socially acceptable to drink a goblet of gin—or vodka. Now don't get it twisted. I love an espresso martini once in a while, but so help me god, if one more person slaps martini behind a drink that’s closer to a milkshake than it is to something I’d imagine Jessica Rabbit sips on while she waxes poetic about being drawn the way she was, I’m going to walk into the ocean and never return. So, although New York City may not be the place where a martini originated, there are definitely some spots here in the city where the traditional martini never died...

Now listen up and take note!

Bemelman’s Bar in the Carlyle hotel on the Upper East Side, not only has the ambiance and essence of a perfect martini but serves one as well. Any variation, from a gibson to a vesper, do not come here for anything that resembles an alcoholic juice box in a martini glass please. Other than their martinis the bar itself is rich in history and art. Back in the 40’s at the glamorous Carlyle hotel, Robert Huyot, the general manager at the time, asked his good friend Ludwig Bemmelman to paint the new bar in exchange for rooms at the hotel. Not a bad deal for an artist if you ask us.