I was talking with a very distinguished and frequent regular at my restaurant and he was asking about the unusually high concentration of ladies today. My answer is 3 fold: 1) It is football season; and the women that have been with their men long enough to realize that it is no longer amusing to coddle a man's fascination with violence and chicken wings, realize that their time is much better spent enjoying the company of friends, drinking wine and gossiping.2) It was a sixty degree sunny day in January. Earlier this month we were all iced and snowed in. and 3) Bubbles.
I cannot say that the ladies came out to the middle of north Georgia in January because I made a flight of sparkling wine on the menu but I can honestly say that there were squeals of delight from said women upon the discovery of a sparkling wine flight. Hugh Heffner would be proud. He would never expect women to go without arguably the best treat in the world...Sparkling wine. May I remind you of the names Thomas Mario uses in the Playboy's New Host and Bar Book circa 1971 for the bubbles: "nosetickler," "gigglewater," "fizz," and "bubbly." Sexy stuff. So here is the bubble flight: