Bartending has changed a lot in the past few years. It seems to be much less about craft and pride in one's work. At least, that seems to be the case here in Seattle. My partner, the Sicilian, tells this story about when he was a "two year" bartender, you know, at the point where he thought he knew everything. He was working in an NYC tavern and a guy ordered a Scarlett O'Hara. Rather than ask his customer what was in the drink, he, as he puts it, "made something that was red." His customer looked at the drink, then laid a $20 on the bar saying "Thanks, kid." The Sicilian says his heart sank; he knew he'd just been given a big tip to take a lesson. And so he did. At a martini bar, should one have to coach the bartender on how to make a martini? One night we stopped at a well-known martini bar. I'm not a big fan of the martini bar trend, but we decided to give it a chance anyway. A couple of weeks earlier, I'd tried Grey Goose vodka for the first time in a vodka tonic. At that time I'd commented that the flavor of the vodka was so clean, it hardly had any taste, so it'd probably be better in a martini than with tonic. So, the Sicilian brought me a Grey Goose martini this night, I took one sip and said "You know how I said the Grey Goose didn't have a taste? Well, they woke one up and it's not good." Worst. Vodka. Martini. Ever. I've since had the same vodka in other bars with beautiful flavors and chemistry. So for that I blame the bartender.