I first had Veuve Clicquot when I was 22. A vodka fanatic at the time and still about 8 years away from falling in love with wine, I hated it. But on this go round, I loved it. Dry and crisp, it was delicious on it’s own or with blood orange juice. (And it was on sale at my local grocery store. #win)
It also didn’t leave me with a pounding headache like some other brut options.
The Butcher’s Block pie from We the Pizza – loaded with pepperoni, sausage, ham and bacon – kept our bellies full all night. We also snacked on chicken wings and rice crispy treats.
Champagne and pizza isn’t a traditional pairing, and not one I plan to replicate often. But for the people and the occasion, it was perfect.