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This bullshit all started with overzealous adjective use. Would that Hemingway could write a fucking menu description every now and again instead of everything so goddamn Bill Faulkner, even at the local pub.

And don't start me to talkin bout "martini" becoming synomymous with *anything* served up in non-wine stemware. In my book, fruit in a martini is limited only to distilled juniper berries, thank you very much. Served ice cold with a passing wave of vermouth -- and an olive, motherfucker.

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