So while we were home in Ohio to celebrate my mother's 70th birthday, we
happened upon the brilliant luck of discovering Peter Shears in downtown Canton. So much luck that
we not only discovered a menu filled with dozens of scrumptious martinis and creatively delicious dinners
(in downtown CANTON!), but we discovered it all courtesy of my big, big brother, Jeff-- so much so that I have to
take just a few seconds to shout out an enormous THANK YOU to Jeff for the discovery, the drinks, the dinner, and
the fun drunken company!
And since this discovery, this evening of Makers Mark manhattans, Grey Goose dirty martinis with blue cheese-stuffed
olives, bright pink ooh-la-la watermelontinis, and Prosecco mimosas and all of the hilarity that ensues with that much alcohol,
B and I have been on a bit of a drink kick.
While I make my Pimm's cup (garnished with the perfect Frank Keller garden cucumber slice) or pour a small glass of
port after dinner, B's shakes up his favorite Ketel One martinis with French vermouth and colossal Spanish
olives stuffed with red peppers. And depending on the day we're trying to forget or the pending disaster of a day just
around corner, one may turn into two or sometimes two-and-a-half. And then things just get silly.
Like the other night, nearing midnight, when B made me watch Volcano (don't EVER!-- alcohol can't mask
the tragedy that is Anne Heche flirting with Tommy Lee Jones). Or when he was determined to watch all of the 5th installment
of Ken Burns's Baseball through a long, narrow plastic PVC tube while making an endless amount of jokes about
Ted Williams's head.
Like Michael and Jolene, we'd like to think we are experimenting in the alcoholic creativity of genius auteurs. But truly we are
only racking up a dozen forgettable movie choices and messing up the kitchen again and again to the point where FEMA is
required to assist with the clean-up.
And conspiratorially sharing vices, which is the best part of all. |
