Amy, Amy, Amy. Addiction, talent, sex, drugs, rock-n-jazz.
Fuck it. You’re dead.
“You know that I was trouble”
A dark ‘martini’ in your honour.
This is the “espresso martini”, if you must here’s the so-called “recipe”. Just one, but wash it down with something citrus.
coarse brown sugar (also called raw sugar or turbinado sugar)
1 shot freshly brewed espresso
1/2 ounce Kahlua
11/2 ounces Stolichnaya Vanilla vodka
3 espresso beans for garnish
How to make:-
Dip the rim of a chilled martini glass in cold water, then in the sugar.
Fill a cocktail shaker with ice.
Make a fresh shot of espresso and pour it into the shaker, over ice.
Pour in Kahlua and vanilla vodka.
Shake well for 45 seconds and pour into glass. Float 3 espresso beans on top for garnish.
Makes 1. [CookingAge]
Voltz is right, this is a sweet abortion of a classic and does not deserve to be called “Martini”, but tonight, there’s no way you won’t want one of these.
Tonight I make an exception. Drown your sorrows and wake up with a fucking monster headache, at least you get to wake up.
A cribbed toast:
“You’re so beautiful, before today,
put it in the box.
Frank’s in there, and I don’t care.
Take the box
I really love you”
But at the end of our binge mourning, we know who’s no good and it’s not Amy Winehouse
And from MOAC and the Kiwi Amy…but not.
Gin Wigmore who didn’t know this would be a tribute.