It may have the right taste,
and the right amount of bubbles,
but if the grapes don’t come
from those carefully guarded
vineyards in France, it can’t
rightfully be called champagne.
Once in a Lifetime: Krug if you
want it rich and decadent, Salon if
it’s sleek and racy you’re after.
Whenever you can: Bollinger. James
Bond likes it. Everybody likes it.
Whenever you want: Diebolt-Vallois
Blanc de Blancs made from
pure chardonnay, or anything by
Egly-Ouriet. We aren’t talking
cheap-cheap here, but, hey,
this is champagne.
the snails the young lady had ordered,
hardly at all with my steak, but what was
most important, it fit like a dream into the
situation at hand, and a memorable one
at that. It was my first dinner date, my
first exposure to snails and my first bottle
of Bollinger. Of those three milestones,
it’s only the wine that I have any real
contact with today. The girl ended up
liking someone else, I never found a taste
for snails, and I couldn’t help but to fall for
the champagne. On that fateful evening, I
attempted to get one relationship started,
but ended up with another one altogether.