A recent Tuesday evening found me and Mr. Man at one of my new favorite haunts, a local wine bar that even offers a free ride home should you want to share that second bottle of wine, or enjoy an extra glass or two. The only fault I see with this new hang-out is that they do not offer flights. *Le sigh*. Though I do commend them on their choices of grappa available.
This wine bar has a good but not great selection of sparklings in any price range; and I am a huge fan of anything with bubbles. It has become my personal goal to try every sparkling they offer that I have yet to experience - within a reasonable price range. On this last visit we drank a fruity Prosecco. It is not one I would have again, but the colder it got the better it tasted to me. I generally do not like fruity or sweet wines so this wasn't a surprise. Mr. Man, on the other hand, was very happy with the selection.
What I find odd about the whole "champagne" thing is that so many assume one is drinking it because there is a celebration or a special occasion. Why is this? I drink sparklings on a pretty regular basis. I've even been caught with it around a campfire (works well with toasted marshmellows). Barefoot Vineyards offers a good, yet inexpensive brute cuvee that I recommend. So when our server asked what we were celebrating, the semi-snarky response I let out was "Tuesday".
Why do we have to reserve things we especially enjoy for special occasions, holidays or company? Don't even get me started about "the good dishes" or "those are for company". It lends one to think that they are just not good enough as they are, that there must be more. I, however, think that we would be better off with less and be more willing to celebrate and therefore appreciate the regular or mundane.
You know, like a Tuesday.
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