TALE POR YOU One day I was drinking a na FSAI aI martini on a patio and I started Sl to question the word “cocktail.” E I probed and questioned, trying | to envision the day when | someone invented the word “cocktail” for exotic type drinks. My story is this: a woman must i ATI have invented the name. It must Tan ae | of been discovered way, way | back in the days when men used | fs] to sit around and drink | viciously and play cards and tell | | stories oftheir “conquests” and | match lies about brawls with f | men. (Basically it was a full out | bullshit session where the more ff f| the men drank the larger the lies t got.) Perhaps, a barmaid was so B sick of watching this occur in | her saloon, she thought | something like, “these men | drink and lie and the more I Is} serve them these things the S more cock tales they tell.” eyes MAI Come Ceme moon is a fruit fiesta, A mouth-watering ban- ter of banana and mango flavours resulting in the ultimate patio martini. Ryan called it the Yaletown Sunshine -and it comes with its very own song that Ryan sang to me. It went some- thing like, “I drink what I drink, cause I drink what I drink what I drink. ..in the sunshine.” The Yaletown Sunshine contains a mix of orange and cranberry juice, banana liqueur, Absolut Kurant Vodka and, of course, a splash of mys- tery. ; At Deniro’s Bistro, bartender Paul is willing to bet that the Dominique mar- ini i st in Vancouver or maybe ‘People love it. Nineteen enty times people love the of a Dominique and ask for August 1998 Page 26 drinking feature another,” says Paul. So what makes it such the ultimate summer drink? “You have to shake the living hell out of it,’ Paul says enthusiastically. The Dominique contains I part Absolut Citron Vodka, some Lemon Lime, | part Triple Sec, and freshly squeezed lemon in a tall martini glass. If you loved slushies as a child, then you probably still do. BC consumes the largest quantity of Slurpees in the world. That is a little known fact I learned in the bathroom at the Paddle Wheeler Pub. (Nothing beats the creativity of the ads they putin pub bathrooms.) If you do love Slurpees, and you better because BC depends on it, then you must § go to the Cactus Club Cafe on Lougheed Highway in North Burnaby. They have five slushy machines going at all times and one of the machines makes the best Bellinis. A Bellini is a slushy martini that tastes like peach and strawberry. At that par- ticular Cactus Club it’s so busy they give you a pager that vibrates when your table is ready. But if you're smart, ask to try a sample of the different kinds of martini slushies while you wait. They happily oblige and you get to be buzzing and vibrating all for free. This next martini is an important one because it contains an ingredient that can only be found in Canada. No other country in the world can make you this Canuck drink, not even the mighty States. It is called the Caesar. The mighty Caesar contains the pure Canadian Clamato Jonathan Chapman drinking late Thursday evening. juice. Steven, the bar manager at L’Arena Ristorante (the restaurant attached to the Vancouver library), dis- cusses the Caesartini. The Caesartini is perhaps one of the tastiest daytime drinks avail- @ able with its infused pep- per vodka, special hot sauce, green Tabasco sauce, secret | | spices and special pick- led bean, served martini style. So after I have wet your palate for the classy martini I should warn you that the martini is one of the most expensive drinks out there—ranging from five to ten dollars depending on how trendy the place is. (Each martini contains at least two shots.) Purple Onion Jazz Cabaret is by far one of the more expensive places to buy a martini. If the martini just isn’t your style, but you still want to impress your- self—or someone else—with your finesse in ordering drinks, try a Sangria. El Patio’s Michael Tejedor will promise you it is the sexiest drink out there. Made with red or white wine, red being the most popular, mixed with orange and lemon juice, brandy, Triple Sec and ginger ale, and served on ice. The staff at El Patio promises that without the Triple Sec a Sangria is nothing. Want to try some-