On the rocks
December 12, 2006Dear Bartender: What’s the difference between a gibson and a martini? And why won’t my wife let me kiss her any more?
— Angry Andy
Dear Angry: It’s the onion, doofus.
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Ask a Bartender 
Andy, I’ve never had a problem with the smell/taste of onion. Are you in NYC for the holidays? You bring the drinks, I’ll bring the mistle toe.
I’m in NYC yes. You don’t mind that I have wife? If not then Plaza hhotel room 109
Vanna this is Angry’s wife if you lay a finger on my husband i will rip you to shreads.
My, my Jen, you won’t let Andy kiss you anymore but you won’t let him wander either? Either give him some lovin’ or I’m going to make sweet love to him at the Plaza. You have 72 hours, ma’am.
I think this EXACT thing happened on Dynasty once…what happens next is you two girls end up punching and clawing at each other in a reflecting pool–
Your time is almost up, Jen.