Let me speak up on behalf of the lowly Gibson. No, it is not a “gin martini with an onion”. It is a Gibson.
And I hate it when the bartender looks at you funny, and says, “You want an onion? In your drink?” One enthusiastic idiot went so far as to go to the kitchen and get a slice of white onion, which he put on the glass like a slice of lemon.
And it has to be distilled gin, not gin flavored vodka. I would actually like to taste the juniper berries in it, not overwhelmed with every spice used in western cooking. This means you, “blue-flavored” Bombay.
And don’t put an olive in a Gibson. Vodka goes with olives like Russians go with Turks, I suppose. Like Ivan Skavinsky Skavar goes with Abdul Abulbul Amir.
No accounting for taste. But a Gibson needs that pearl onion. And the Vermouth. And it needs to be shaken with ice. That is the way it is done.
I’ll have to try that sometime, but I’m not too crazy about gin.
I do like a Vodka Gimlet in the summertime.