It’s a measure of the strange times we’re living in that something as inoffensive as Prosecco should have become freighted with political significance. Perhaps it was Boris Johnson alleging that free-trade deals would be easy to come by as the Italians would never want to jeopardise their Prosecco sales. Maybe it was Theresa May hosting that series of Prosecco garden parties at Chequers to try and shore up her leadership (a menu choice she was excoriated for in certain parts of the press, naturally). But whatever the reason, as I walked to this wine tasting last week, passing beneath the European flags on the Spanish and German Embassies in Belgravia, I felt a small, illicit frisson of rebellion…
Prosecco fun…
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