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September 30, 2008• (0) Comments
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Johnson Creek Tavern
August 20, 2008• (0) Comments
Harbour Island’s Johnson Creek Tavern is the place to go when you want fried seafood. Fried shrimp, fried fish, fried oysters, fried scallops, fried hushpuppies, french fries and even fried pickles adorn a menu that satisfies kids of all ages.
Editors asleep, the New York Times misquotes Ian Fleming
November 26, 2006• (0) Comments
Weighing in on the use of fruit and other substitutes in the manufacture of vodka, NY TIMES correspondent Dan Bilefsky invokes no less an authority than fiction’s James Bond in Vodka World Shaken, and Stirred, by Fruit Spirits (NYT Nov. 26), but he needs to brush up on his 007 canon.
Bond most certainly did favor the cleaner distillation of grains in his vodka and purported to taste the difference. The famous martini and the spy who loved it first appeared in Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale in 1953 and was introduced thusly:
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Pishwaugh and the Prizefighter
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In a little while, O’Malley came back into the bar and took a stool. “It’s all fixed,” the little man said.
“What’s fixed?” Pish replied, regarding him carefully.
“The match. I’ve got it all worked out. ”
The barkeep caught Pish’s eye and, with a nod, set two fresh glasses on the bar. Pish raised his and in a movement, emptied it, eyes damp. O’Malley made a small noise above his whisky, cupping the glass with two hands in the manner of someone warding off chill. The extra exertion seemed to work, as in a moment he brightened visibly and said “Farth round. He’ll take a knee.”
Pish considered this news for a moment and thought that the odds were only slightly better. “Will he come out punching?” he asked.
The little man appeared perplexed. “He’s his father’s son, now isn’t he?”
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