A martini.
That¡¯s what ordered her first time at a cocktail bar in her native Kyoto. The bar was in a regular house, or so it seemed, with a staircase that traipsed down the side and led to an unmarked sliding door.
Inside, it was dark and smokey with velvet curtains. The bartenders wore white suit jackets and ¡°almost floated behind the bar.¡± It was theatrical, and their movements were fluid and sleek, almost as if they mixed, shook and served a drink in one fell swoop ¡ª a dance, a symphony of movement.
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