The LA Martini

One of the few clubs in Beverly Hills. This small and intimate (by Hollywood standards) spot is where you can brush shoulders with all the celebrities you see on TV. On this night we saw a several, including the ones that thought they were "celebrities" by being related to someone who was semi-famous.

Raspberry Martini ***
Besides the "I look so boring I put people to sleep" appearance the flavor was smooth, sweet, and tasted exactly like a raspberry. Oh how I longed for decoration though. The drink reminded me of a pretty girl that just needed some help. Similar to Ellen Page. It has potential but it is just not making the cut. I would order this drink again but I’d at least need a sugar crusted rim. Pretty girls need pretty martinis.

-Jennifer D. Moore

Peach Martini**
The bartender must have read boredom all over my face because he made me a drink that would make sure I had a good time by the end of it. It was only a little peachy and it felt like it punched you in the chest after you drank it. It was like Drew Berrymore (the pre-teen years) it looked sweet and innocent but boy it had some issues. I wanted to hurry up and down the drink but realizing I wasn’t a professional I had to take it slow, which made it last longer than I wanted it to.

-Lauren Michele

Labels: so so

It is not the cover. It’s what’s on the inside that counts. Yeah right! Like Katie Holmes. Nice, clean and pretty on the outside but WEIRD AS HELL on the inside. My first sip was oh so yummy in my tummy until I got down to the bitter end. Don’t let the sweet mysterious taste of pomegranate and lime juice fool you of the liquid acid at the bottom.

-Jennifer D. Moore

Lychee Martini*
The first drink I just could not finish. I even tried to use a straw to no avail. This syrupy sweet concoction was just sickening. True it tasted exactly like lychee but since that has been deemed the worst fruit on the face of the earth (by yours truly) the drink was just horrid. I know he ain’t technically a "fruit" but damnit Carrot Top this one’s for you! P.S. I eventually sent the drink back.

-Jennifer D. Moore

Peach Martini****

Great drink with a subtle peach taste and real chunks of fresh ripe peaches. Felt like the healthiest party drink I’ve ever had. I loved it. This drink is for those who like to have their cake and eat it too. Get it RICHARD!!!

-Jennifer D. Moore

Grapefruit & Basil Martini**
This tasted just like it sounded. An early morning breakfast with the grandma that hates all things that are young and hip (including you). It was bitterly fresh like Estelle Getty (the mother from "The Golden Girls) just picked it out of their garden and wanted to show you this is how martinis used to be made with gin. This is for the grapefruit lovers only and I am not one of them. At least I could finish it unlike the Lychee Martini.

-Lauren Michele

Acai Blueberry Martini****

In the words of Rachel Ray Yum-O my favorite martini in this lounge. It tasted like a blueberry Lemonade martini, this would be perfect for your barbeque in the summer time. It was a little tart but who couldn’t use a little sass in their life so me being the sassy person that I am I had 2.

Strawberries and Champagne Martini****
I was feeling lil sexy so I asked for a sexy concoction. And oddly enough it tasted just like Brittany Murphy (well not exactly…not that I know from experience). It was sexy, hip, bubbly and girly it was nice to look at and it tickled your nose just a lil. The thin slices of strawberry gave the drink a little touch of something to make you feel like a girl again (because there are times when I feel like a bitch amongst other things but I don’t have time to go into all of that). If it’s a night with the girls I say order this martini.

-Lauren Michele

Strawberry Martini*
Umm please hold the yogurt and Pez candy! Thanks। This was the absolute thickest martini I’ve ever tasted. This "Pretty in Pink" concoction was more like a smoothie and I know for a fact there had to be strawberry flavored Pez candy mixed in. Reminiscent of the big pink hope Anna Nicole. Just plain gross.
-Jennifer D. Moore

Labels: yuck