Widow Clicquot

I haven’t had a drink in almost fifteen years, and during the last days of my drinking champagne certainly wasn’t doing the job for me anymore. So upon being called to consider this movie, I feel a little like a more extreme version of Dos Equis’ “Most Interesting Man in the World” character, who said, “I don’t always drink beer, but…” Anyway.

I have relatively fond recollections of Veuve Clicquot being a relatively affordable REAL CHAMPAGNE, as opposed to its cheap bastard cousin, sparkling wine. Back in 1985 you could get a 375 ml bottle for about 15 bucks, a real bargain for a fledgling freelance writer from Jersey romancing a real New York City Girl. It goes for about 40 bucks now, which I guess I could afford, but I don’t drink, the New York City Girl stopped imbibing herself, and my wonderful wife prefers brandy, whisky, or beer even, which she purchases herself.