Could I be any more excited about this?
I mean, guys—I did it. I found the best Espresso Martini in all of New York City. And as someone who considers a perfectly shaken espresso martini an essential part of a well-balanced girls' night out, I take this very, very seriously.
But let’s back up a little.
The Quest for Caffeine & Class
Picture this: it’s Friday night. My week was long (fashion emergencies don’t care if it’s almost happy hour), and I'm in desperate need of something that screams sophisticated, yet fun. Just like me.
So, I call up Monica and Phoebe, throw on my favorite I-woke-up-like-this-but-better outfit, and we head out into the city. And you know what? New York at night is its own kind of magic. The streets sparkle, the air hums with possibility, and the cab drivers? Well, they will still try to run you over, but it’s all part of the charm.
Anyway, our mission was clear: find an espresso martini that actually lives up to the hype. No overly sweet syrupy mess. No watery disaster. Just strong, smooth, caffeinated perfection.
And Then, We Found It
Saint Theo’s.
Tucked away in the West Village, this Italian-inspired beauty gives you major “I just casually summered in the Amalfi Coast” vibes. Chic without trying too hard. Dim lighting, plush velvet booths, the kind of place where you automatically feel cooler just by being there.
But let’s get to the important part—the drink.
The Espresso Martini Breakdown:
- Balance? Impeccable. Strong espresso kick, just enough sweetness.
- Texture? Velvety. Shaken within an inch of its life.
- Presentation? Served in a classic coupe, frothy top, little espresso beans just sitting there looking adorable.
- First sip? “Oh… oh, this is IT.”
I’m telling you, this drink woke me up in more ways than one. A sip of this, and suddenly I was making big plans to start reading books again, take up pilates, maybe even learn Italian.
Okay, I didn’t do any of that. But I did order another round.
A Night to Remember (Mostly)
From there, the night turned into one of those nights—the kind you look back on the next morning and just know it needs to be framed in memory forever. We laughed until we couldn’t breathe, talked about everything and nothing, and made grand declarations of our love for each other because, well, martinis.
And this, my friends, is why no matter how crazy this city gets, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even when it smells like warm trash in July.
Final Verdict
So, there you have it. My official espresso martini recommendation, certified by yours truly. If you’re in New York and craving something chic, caffeinated, and just strong enough to make you text your ex but not actually send it—Saint Theo’s is your spot.
Now, obviously, my job here isn’t done—I will gladly continue taste-testing for the sake of research. But this one? This one is in a league of its own.
"Could I BE any happier about this discovery?"
No. No, I could not.
