I’ve been home from Spain for weeks now, but have yet to get off the cava train. This bottle of German Gilabert Cava Reserva ($15) isn’t making it any easier to disembark. Although German Gilabert Cava starred in last week’s Valentine’s Wine Guide, here we are a week later and I’m still talking about it. And I’m not the only one. My friend Lenny “assassinated a couple of lobsters and washed them down” with a bottle of the German Gilabert last weekend, while my sister enjoyed a few sips of the stuff on Saturday night while nibbling on some jamón she picked up at Surfas. Last night my husband and I uncorked another bottle with Indian takeout, and I think the combo was dangerously good, emphasis on dangerous—the chicken tikka masala was unusually spicy, and so, you know, cava helped temper the heat, but then the tikka masala was so good that I had to have more…cava. Plus, I feel like a traitor. I promised Tony C that the next time we ordered Indian, I’d drink Vimto. Sorry Tony, next time—I promise for real. (Is Vimto as good as cava???)
In the meantime, I hope I didn’t buy the last bottle of the German Gilabert yesterday at Larchmont Wine & Spirits. Tell me they have more….