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...some oenophiles, champagne seems a frivolous drink, a pleasant apéritif but unsuitable for consumption throughout a meal. Says Humorist Art Buchwald: "It tastes as though my foot's asleep." Yet, inevitably, the noble, pale gold fluid, its nose-wrinkling bubbles and the sense of care and occasion that accompanies it will always make the wine more of a celebration than a tipple. As they say in the Napa Valley these days, Santé! Bonne...
Champagne Apéritif. Promptly at 8:30, Giscard, 48, and wife Anne-Aymone, 41, knocked on the door of the three-room Cucchiarini flat-a fifth-floor walk-up on the Left Bank. They were greeted by Claude, 46, his wife Louise, 44, and eight other friends and relatives. After a champagne apéritif 'in the small yellow living room, the guests sat down to a dinner of potage de cresson, bass en mousseline, côte de boeuf with jardinière de légumes, salad, and cheese (including a Cantal and a Gouzon from...
...Come postmidnight, dusk or 4 a.m., and there is Daddy-O, taking large gulps of refreshing nightclub air somewhere on the Left Bank," wrote the London Evening Standard's Paris correspondent. Among his recent companions: Actress Elsa Martinelli and her photographer husband, Henri Dubonnet of the apéritif family, the Maharani of Baroda. And Jackie-O? Last week Mrs. Onassis was reportedly winging into Paris to disengage Ari from the spas and take him to the Canary Islands...
Wild Scramble. Another product, Reef, attacks the problem with an equally ridiculous approach. The setting is a party or a convivial cruise. The apéritif is a bottle of Reef. All the gang raise their frosty champagne glasses in a mouthwash toast as the announcer cheers, "So here's to breath [clink!] that's really clean...
...habitué follows a more calculatedly relaxed schedule: a noontime apéritif in the sun-drenched Piazza del Duomo, where one was sure to see George Balanchine and the Maharani of Jaipur. Or late lunch in the Trattoria Panciolle, followed by a long siesta. The music of pianos, violins and vocalizing floats out of narrow Renaissance windows; artists and audience are on first-name terms within hours. After dusk, international jet setters in white dinner jackets brush shoulders with gaping locals in sweatshirts at the superheated discothéque. Then it is on to a 16th century vaulted cellar...