I feel somewhat the traitor to the glorious concoction. I’ve lately taken to using a Tipsy Onion which I know pushes the thing into Gibson territory but I don’t care. I don’t mind being bathed in vermouth every once in a while. But not as a regular thing.
Here’s an National Review article that gives a whole new meaning to the term “getting borked” . I like to think that in my own little way, I honor the man on the occasional evening at 5pm.
Respectfully disagree about the stemmed glass, though. Vintage sherbet glasses are the way to go.