Writing on his favorite topic — drinking — our old friend Christopher Hitchens pretends to review this book about cocktails while opining on the provenance of the Negroni and stating his preference for the perfect number of martinis to drink at lunchtime.
I imagine after writing this and swilling down the prescribed two martinis (here I am reminded of my favorite Julius Caesar joke: Caesar walks into a bar and says “I’ll have a martinus, please.” The bartender says “Don’t you mean martini?” Caesar replies “If I wanted two, I’d ask for two!”), Hitch probably went on to write something nasty about Mother Teresa, Bill Clinton, or Islamo-fascists.
