I Don’t Drink This Merde
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Jan 28, 2024
One evening, shortly after the year’s Beaujolais Nouveau came out, I took my sister to dinner at a lovely café near my apartment in Paris.
We ordered a bottle.
Yikes, not a good year.
I decided to take the half-empty bottle home; I could use it for cooking. As we left we saw a ragged, ruffled man sitting on the sidewalk, smiling at us. He seemed pleasant enough. I gave him our bottle of wine.
As we walked away, he yelled at us in French…
“MADAME! MADAME! I don’t drink this crap” and threw the still half-empty bottle at us, spiraling, the red liquid spewing.
Crash. He missed. Clearly that year’s Beaujolais was indeed undrinkable.
