Double martinis

Those of you looking for signs of divine intervention can give up now; we're all going to die.

But while we await the inevitable, those three-dollar midday martinis at Spice--previewed on this page a couple of weeks ago--offer temporary solace. At least that was my friend's premise in extending an invitation to lunch. Watching the bartender's two-wristed pour, I had to agree: we're doomed. For the rest of the afternoon at least.

What goes with with martinis? Why not a big, juicy burger? And then another round ...

I'm sure there was some cosmic revelation that afternoon, but it must have evaporated. Maybe I'll try again next week.