🇬🇧🇺🇸 The Royal Wedding
With London decked out in Union Jacks for the royal wedding I thought it was apt to pick up a British wine to celebrate the marriage of Harry the Duke of Sussex and Meghan Markle. That, it seems, is not something the local supermarket chains thought I should be doing. Finding a British wine in Britain is like finding a long summer. I did see a concoction of fruit and alcohol labelled as British in one supermarket but the only association it seemed to have to wine was that it was in a bottle and in the same aisle as wine.
Regent Street, London
Not inclined to catch a train to Windsor, I had chosen to stay in London this weekend. The couple chose not to get married in London and I am not one to ignore a hint. Besides, Windsor is a small town and judging by the television coverage they already seemed to have more than their allocation of people wearing Union Jack hats and red, white and blue underwear. And I am not a fan of weddings, truth be told, not even when they are my own.
With a British Prince marrying a girl from California, and given the British royal family’s German roots, I suppose I could have chosen a Riesling from Mosel and a Californian Zinfandel. That would give the traditional red and white option on each table at the reception. A nice touch I first thought. But while I love the American Zinfandels, I went off Riesling about the time I was old enough to drink; or perhaps a few years prior.
Given the Queen is still the Head of State in New Zealand and Australia, I could have gone for an Hunter Valley Shiraz and a Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc. But then both those countries have spoken openly of ditching the royal family and replacing the Union Jack on their flags with a plant.
Finally I found a bottle of Chapel Down Bacchus in Waitrose. I had tasted their wines many years ago and had been impressed. It seemed an ideal choice for a summer wedding in Windsor. But then I noted the label: England. That would not have impressed my Welsh and Scottish friends one little bit.
It seemed whatever wine I chose I would offend someone. So I chose a wine from Romania, hopeful that I could now offend everyone.
I enjoyed my travels through Romania some decades ago and even survived a mugging in Bucharest. But I will leave the review of the Bradshaw Sauvignon Blanc for another day as I fear I have gone somewhat off topic again.
So pour yourself a glass of something you fancy – as long as it is wine – from a country you fancy and toast the happy couple. It was a rare and glorious day for a wedding in both Windsor and London today and my Romanian wine is now nicely chilled. I expect I will enjoy it more than my day in Bucharest.