(Extra) dirty martini

(Extra) dirty martini

Although I don’t remember the first time I had an extra dirty martini, I’m quite certain my crisis of faith came to an abrupt end because the second I sipped it, I looked up to the heavens and mouthed, “Thank you, God.” And at that moment, it immediately became my favorite drink ever.

Shaken, straight up—with several splashes of olive juice—garnished with four giant olives and made with vodka and lots of love.