I have just finished reading French Women Don't Get Fat and for some reason, the only thing my brain and body want to remember from the book is that French women drink Champagne. I am now on a sparkling wine kick. Isn't it wonderful the way our minds play these little games with us?
So when I went to check out the new Bodega Wine Bar in Santa Monica, I asked for Champagne, which they didn't have. I asked for sparkling wine, and they only had entire bottles available for a lot more than I was willing to spend to drink it by myself. They had nothing by the glass. They did, however, have Sofia Mini Blanc de Blancs, California sparkling wine in a can from Coppola-Niebaum. I had heard and read about it before, but never tried it. I mean, really now. In a can?
The can is pretty and totally appeals to the girly girl in all of us, especially since it comes, like Capri Sun, with a straw attached to it. I ditched the straw and asked the bartender to at least pour it out of the can and into a glass. It wasn't horrible. It sparkled, a little more than I would expect from a sparkling wine - more along the lines of a soda, and the taste was very fruity. I could see how this would definitely work, say, in a club or raucous bar environment, when function and fashion are far more important than flavor, but at home, or even on a picnic, I'd rather have a bottle.
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