The Washingtonian concludes that there can, in fact, be too much of a good thing. A writer stops in at Dirty Martini, which back in June, and has nothing but disdain for the cocktail that "has all the subtlety of a steroid-bloated male stripper." He refuses to suffer the indignity of drinking through a straw and recommends against sharing it: "Even if I shared this cocktail—though I should note that one way to keep your friends is not to inflict apocalyptic martinis on them—it would be warm before a group could even dent it." [Washingtonian]
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