My first actual fancy bar job was at a French restaurant. I’d been working for like six years in dive bars and golf equipment already however this was like, black tie, crisp white shirt, starched bistro apron, the entire thing. Pouring wine and TONS of Martinis. No less than as soon as an evening somebody would order a Martini with bleu cheese stuffed olives. We didn’t have them behind the bar so you would need to run to the kitchen, beg the slammed pantry prepare dinner for a bit of bleu, after which pop the pimento out of some bar olives with a toothpick and stuff them your self. All the time once you have been buried within the weeds. It was a ache within the ass.

I grew up in California, and all alongside I-5 there are indicators for The Olive Pit. Deep within the Sacramento Valley in the midst of nowhere lies The Olive Pit, a enjoyable, tacky, foolish form of roadside attraction proper within the coronary heart of olive nation the place tons of olives and almonds are grown.

Just lately, my girlfriend and I have been driving again from California and we discovered ourselves at The Olive Pit (as we all the time do). And I assumed, you realize, I do truly love a scrumptious bleu cheese stuffed olive Martini. I assume I lastly received over my trauma from 20+ years in the past. So this time I picked up a bunch of jars of them to carry residence. As a result of they’ve, naturally, one million sorts of stuffed olives there on the Olive Pit.

Anyway, I introduced all of them to the bar (besides one for residence) and this publish is to let you realize that should you, like me, take pleasure in a bleu cheese stuffed olive Martini every now and then, then Pacific Normal is right here for you. And I’d like to make you one. I used to be a hater for a very long time however you realize what? Bleu cheese stuffed olives and a Martini are fucking superior with a steak frites.