I think I'll put it on my to-do list to order a martini from Jose at Sardi's and see how he makes it without me expressing a preference. I mean, what can be bad about that plan?
I walked into the Sardi's bar last night.
"Hi, Jose. I'll have a gin martini, wet. Very wet."
As Jose was pouring the vermouth into the shaker, he turned to address the bar.
"This," he said, "is a real martini."
He paused to see if anyone would say anything.
"Lots of vermouth. People order martinis dry, dry, dry. That isn't a martini. That's gin."
A civic treasure, that man is. Needs a statue in Times Square, next to George M. Cohan.