There was a time when elegant, coupled with martini, would have been redundant. When anyone who knew how to make a martini was upper crust, and anyone who knew how to swill a martini, deserved one. You had to be old enough, successful enough and dashing enough to serve one; pretty enough to accept it; and sophisticated enough to consume it. There was a look, a pace, a ritual and a message, and anyone who was anyone knew it.We like to pretend it was...