Down the rabbit hole we go. Evidently the wine pairing was not enough for us, so a cocktail it is. I ask for an espresso martini, but am informed gently that they have no espresso machine, so that is not an option. I immediately swerve to the complete opposite end of the spectrum and have a dirty martini instead. Vodka, rather than gin. Sake, rather than vermouth. Olive brine, as it should be. A hint of sechuan pepper. And three smoked olives on a cocktail stick making for the most delicious garnish I can remember. It is perfect. Somehow, I’m not quite full enough, so I very much enjoy a cream cheese donut as a snack. A perfect nightcap.