I like martinis. Not very often. Maybe a few times a year. But when I do, they’re always with something pickled, never with a twist, and always vodka, usually Belvedere (if you’re going to go…). One of the few bars we’ve visited here is on an upper floor of a hotel and is kind of a scene, at least for Tallahassee. When they first opened their drinks list was pretty ambitious. One of my favorites was called the “Dirty South,” a dry martini garnished with pickled okra. Genius. The okra is flavorful enough that you don’t need the completely top quality vodka, especially if you splash in a little of the pickling juice. We’ve taken to pickling our own okra and making these at home now and again, which is a good thing because the last time we got a drink at this bar their menu was seriously dumbed down. Pretty much everything was either fruit or chocolate, two substances I feel should only rarely be mixed directly with alcohol, and certainly never together. I mentioned my disappointment to our very nice waitress and she promised to see about bringing the okra back. Even if you’re not an okra fan, you might like pickled okra which is far less slimy due to its vinegar soak.


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September 1, 2011 at 8:19 pm
Melissa White
Like. No–love. These blog posts are making me thirsty!
September 6, 2011 at 12:35 am
suwanneerefugee
I’ve never been a fan of martinis because they taste like jet fuel, but I’m always a fan of pickled okra.
September 9, 2011 at 10:41 am
Elin
Dirty martinis.. you introduced me to them (at that bar up by the capitol with the giant olives). I’ve been hooked since.
September 9, 2011 at 10:42 am
Elin
… to clarify: not the giant-olive capitol, the giant-olive bar.
September 20, 2011 at 8:15 pm
Mimi
Pickled okra. I saw some in the grocery the other day but passed. Will give them a shot.