martini

On arrival at the East London destination of the Truman Brewery, I was met with the sweet smell of coffee, which practically guided me in from street level. The festival spreads across two floors and multiple rooms, with pumping beats from live DJs and the whizzing sounds of coffee theatrics in progress.
Tucked away in an exclusive corner of Mayfair, only a brisk walk away from Buckingham Palace, lies Dukes Hotel. Stroll down St James's Street and take a side-street to enter the minute courtyard to find this discreet spot. Dukes Bar may come across a touch pretentious at first glance, mainly due to the imposing décor and grand location, but don't let that put you off.
"Martini. Shaken, not stirred." It's the James Bond catchphrase that we've come to know and love, and a rule that some of
I've always been a huge advocate of the humble Martini. Such a simple cocktail, yet few others possess its prowess in pulling off the sort of focus that it provides. To me, the Martini is a perfect restorative; it picks you up after a hard day, offers a gentle rejuvenation, and narrows your thoughts in the most perfect way.
Allegedly the original Martini was made from Plymouth gin, and the cocktail is basically a way of drinking ice cold neat gin with a dash of something to soften the intensity. But that celebratory post-prohibition alcohol-fest belies the sophistication of a well-mixed Martini.
It's been about twenty years since I last found myself inside notorious theatrical hangout Joe Allen and it's a compliment to say that it's barely changed.
This weekend marks the 150th anniversary of Martini - essentially the world's favorite vermouth. The brand's Italian style
Bond is famous for only ever drinking Martini - shaken not stirred - and yet in this film he only drinks beer. And not just any beer - Bond only drinks Heineken, because they sponsored the production of the movie.
This week MyDaily headed to Rome, where we had the onerous task of spending the day with Mr David Gandy. David was in the