Word: martini
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...lunchtime I discover one of the particular perks of working at Broadview. Most days, analysts prefer to grab fast food lunches or order in to their desks--the world of the two-martini lunch is long gone. But twice a week, the company caters a meal for all its employees. And it's a good one: salmon filets, roasted asparagus, rice and potatoes, with cheesecake for dessert. The staff gathers around black tables in the conference room, and for half an hour the office feels like a dining hall. Cliques form in different corners--secretaries over here, a small group...
...doctors keep going on talk shows, people with eating problems aren't going to resist a diet that lets you eat pork rinds. Sam Panayotovich, 53, the Illinois state liquor commissioner, has been following a combination of Atkins and a 1979 local diet known as the whipped-cream-and-martini diet. The diet allows fondue, bourguignon, bearnaise, fried chicken, chunks of steak and enough alcohol for a buzz. He's lost 53 lbs. and kept it off for 11 months, a personal record. Like most Atkins adherents, the liquor commissioner talks about his diet with a mystical admiration. "When...
...refreshing and intoxicating. But beer is best if you know what you're drinking. Branching out from Natty Light and the Beast can be intimidating; holding a comforting can of Busch, swilling pitchers of Red Dog and requesting a Rolling Rock at a microbrewery is akin to having a martini straight up with an olive in a Dixie cup. (Especially if the Dixie cup has cartoon characters all over...
...Lulu, a self-proclaimed "personality" from the free-bimonthly rag Stuff at Night, emceed the evening. Sporting a form-fitting black dress with glittering green styrofoam martini olives in her hair, she announced in her introduction, "My name is Lulu, not olive head...
...Harvard, a buzz that might last another 18 holes. After the semi-formal crowd has gone, the Kroks return to the Upstairs Bar to kill some time before their next show. With the mutual fund managers gone, the room has returned to its rightful owners. An abandoned martini sits on the fireplace mantle, the olive within more closely resembling a preserved biology specimen than a cocktail. A fire blazes beneath the mantle; the air conditioner whirs in the corner. The charmed excess that once defined much of life at Harvard still finds a home in the Upstairs...