SNT.

EDIT: This past week, a company we work with took us out to dinner at some schmancy, above-us kind of place, so we all took the opportunity to order things we would never normally order. For me, it started with steak tartare, which was so ungodly good that I'll probably make the mistake of ordering it at a lesser establishment in the future and subsequently puke. As things progressed, I was introduced to dirty martinis. I'd never had a martini in my life, because I hate vodka, and because the devil mixes his lies in the truth and vermouth. As it was explained to my uncultured swine face, a "dirty" martini means they dump in some of the salty olive brine, and a "very dirty" martini means they dump enough salty olive brine in to make it almost impossible to detect any alcohol. As someone who will occasionally buy a jar of olives with thoughts of only drinking the juice, I was down with that. Very dirty martinis are my new sophisto drink of choice.

But I really suck at making them at home.