The real 007 Martini
. . . [Bond] looked carefully at the barman.
'A dry martini,' he said. 'One. In a deep champagne goblet.'
Bond laughed. 'When I'm . . . er . . . concentrating,' he explained, 'I never have more than one drink before dinner. But I do like that one drink to be large and very strong and very cold and very well-made. I hate small portions of anything, particularly when they taste bad. This drink's my own invention. I'm going to patent it when I can think of a good name.'
He watched carefully as the deep glass became frosted with the pale golden drink, slightly aerated by the bruising of the shaker. He reached for it and took a long sip.
'Excellent,' he said to the barman, 'but if you can get a vodka made with grain instead of potatoes, you will find it still better.'
'Mais n'enculons pas des mouches,' he added in an aside to the barman. The barman grinned.
'That's a vulgar way of saying "we won't split hairs" ,' explained Bond.
[Excerpt of Chapter Seven of CASINO ROYALE by Ian Fleming Copyright 1953 Gildrose Productions Ltd.]