Drinking some Veuve Clicquot Demi-Sec in my hotel room
Saturday, June 30th, 2007I had a very strange Friday. We went up to the Salish Lodge in Snoqualmie for our friends’ wedding, which was absolutely beautiful. But my wife came down with a very nasty stomach ailment right after the ceremony, so we wound up spending the rest of the evening in our room. I spent most of that time trying to keep her comfortable while course after course arrived from the dinner reception going on elsewhere in the Lodge. It’s really odd to receive an amuse bouche while your wife is doubled over in the hotel bathroom. The waitstaff didn’t seem to mind, bless their little uniformed hearts.
Anyway, I decided that the only appropriate way to celebrate the wedding without actually being at the reception was to get some champagne. So I ordered a half-bottle of Veuve Clicquot Demi-Sec champagne, one of my favorites. The wonderful service staff at the Lodge showed up rather quickly with a bucket, some ice, and two glasses, although the staffmember already knew that my wife was feeling terrible. An amusing discussion ensued before I sent away the staff and got down to the enjoyable task of opening the bottle myself.
Typically I love to shoot champagne corks as far as possible, but this champagne is too good to waste like that. I carefully opened the bottle and had no spillage of the precious, precious champagne. I did get a pleasing sound from the cork, though.
The champagne was terrific, as usual: Very sweet (it has a lot more added sugar than a Brut, for example), lovely with food, lots of biscuit, hay, and green apple aromas. A delicious champagne. I was very pleased to discover that it made the green apple sorbet even better, too! One of the wedding meal courses was a martini glass filled with green apple sorbet. I poured some champagne over the sorbet and the whole thing tasted about ten times better, which is saying something.
In the end, I drank the half-bottle on my own while my wife watched. She really wanted me to enjoy myself, and she felt terrible about feeling terrible, which is always a fun personal guilt trip for one’s self. I wound up feeling gnarly the next morning, mostly because I got dehydrated after all that champagne and sugar. Plus, I ate most of my wife’s meal too, so I ended up having about 13 courses of food the night before. Yikes.
The moral of the story? Demi-sec champagne is terrific, but find a partner to share your bottle.