Phoebe Rolls, the society photographer is already there, alone by the bar, sipping a martini. ‘I feel like Blair Waldorf,’ she says. As Giorigo, my boyfriend, joins us, we are swept to our table next ...
“I think I want an Espresso Martini,” she said. Between effusive apologies she ordered it, but the harried bartender took it in stride, replying, “We can create something similar.
And if you ask her, it’s not the holidays — or happy hour — without this ruby red cranberry martini. “I think it just gets you in the mood,” Garten says, adding that the drink “looks ...