I am not here to tell anyone what proportions of vermouth to have, or whether you should order it shaken or not. I simply want to enlighten those of you who were born after WWII as to how it was done then.
You can rest assured this column will dispense honest and frank advice with a healthy dose of humor. Don't expect any of that Emily Post bullsh*t -- finger bowls, children curtsying and other genteel manners. Those days are gone bitches.