Glad you asked. At Tini Grails, Fridays are a sacred day. And the only way to explain it is through metaphor. Here goes. Imagine yourself in the parking lot of your favorite restaurant. It's 95 degrees out, it's humid, and I mean it's just sweltering-awful out there. That, my friends, is Monday through Thursday.
Now imagine yourself approaching the restaurant door. You open it and you step only halfway in. You can still feel the heat at your back, but more importantly you can feel the whoosh of cool air hitting your front-50%. It's the glorious relief of cool, crisp air. You stand there on the precipice of cool and hot and you realize there's nothing but cool air in front of you. That, my friends, is Friday.
5:00 p.m., to be exact. That's when the universe declares that the monumental transition begin. The heat of the work week is behind you. The cool glorious weekend is in front of you. And it's at that exact moment when a martini tastes the best.
So imagine it's 5:00 on a Friday.
Giddy, you grab your favorite Tini Grail martini glass and put it into the freezer. You then grab your shaker, fill it with ice, pour a couple shots of your favorite gin (mine is Plymouth), a drop or two of Vermouth, and you shake. And you shake and you shake and you shake.
And you shake some more.
Dogs run in fear of the ferocious sound. Kids wonder what their parents are doing with this adult "rattle." Neighbors figure it's just you doing the cha-cha-cha.
You finally stop and let the sweet nectar sit for no more than two minutes to cure. You pull out the now-chilled Tini Grail and you pour it. Plop in an olive and guess what?
You can shut the door. The weekend has begun.
- Will Burns, Owner