"I might have overlooked this, thinking an olive is just an olive, until I tasted one of those little olives and realized something was off. The olives were definitely rancid! Since it wasn't very busy, I suspect they don’t sell many spy martinis. I’ve never encountered bad olives before, so I can only assume the jar had been left unrefrigerated for an extended period after it was opened.
After just one drink, we decided to leave and headed to the Tavern, where we enjoyed a larger, more affordable dirty martini with tasty queen olives as garnish! I hope the Other Sister reads this review and addresses the olive issue before it disappoints anyone else. While I didn’t voice any complaints at the restaurant, I’m sure the waitress remembers the olives I left cut up on a napkin."
