Well. The Pouilly Fuissé had to wait. We ended up having a bit of a wacky afternoon/evening with a riled up child, overstimulated from a Dr. appointment, and some visitors [always nice on Fridays]. So the posh bottle will wait for another night, and a more lighthearted bottle was corked. It was a gift. And although not mind-blowing to any extent, it was certainly enjoyable. For cheap bubbly, I’d say this is a safe buy.
Ah, and at the Italian Center South [which they call the ICS, our new name for it], we enjoyed their double-topping-danish and the always-awesome calzone. Seriously, if you live in town and haven’t tasted your way through their bakery, you’re missing out. Not only does it destroy all other ‘Itlaian bakeries’ in town, it rivals many of the finest places in Europe – and we’ve searched out a lot of ‘the best’. Angelo, the head baker, is a rock star in my world.