Can I just say something? I know I joke a lot about having a cocktail, but I’m really not much of a drinker. Mainly because I once read that frozen margarita’s have 750 calories and I’ve been dieting for 22 years. But when my father-in-law is in town, I have to make an exception. Stanley is FAMOUS for his Bloody Mary’s.
He starts with spicy V8. No ice, just the V8.
Then 2 capfuls of vodka. I don’t how much that actually IS, but it’s not too strong. And it’s not too weak.
Next he adds Worsheshire sauce. He didn’t give me an exact measurement, but I saw him give it a good 5 or 6 shakes.
Then a really good squirt of lime juice.
NOW comes the ice. Liberally add salt and pepper. YUMMY! The bridge glass gives it a touch of elegance.
If there was a Hall of Fame for bartenders, Stanley’s picture would be hanging on the wall. Prominently. But he’s already mixed me two, so I might be unduly influenced.