I have always been a big fan of champagne. I am about 80% girl. I mean girly girl. Trust me when I say I can be a good guy too, in that I can take out the trash and know how to use a drill and a hammer and I know what a wrench is. And while I know how to change a tire I would prefer to let someone else do the dirty work. Hence the girly girl part. So bubbly is naturally my favorite spirit. I love it’s bubbles, I love it’s warm golden color, I love the tall slender flutes with long stems it is best served in. I love that it’s French and that it has to be afforded the time to come into it’s own. Much like a woman. I love that it’s delicate yet hardy, much like a woman. And I love that it can turn any mundane day into a celebration, much like THIS woman. I remember a few years ago, my friend Gina coming to visit me in Ca. She was always my champagne cohort and as we settled into our seats at Houston’s for dinner and a long awaited catch up, we ordered a bottle of Schramsberg to which th...