What is it about a jam-packed ballroom, overflowing with Italian wine and Italian accents that sets me to quivering, year after year? There is something about the annual Tre Bicchieri event at the Puck Building that inevitably draws me to its overcrowded floors each and every March.
Perhaps it's the Pieropan Calvarino Soave Classico.
Perhaps it's the Monte Rossa Franciacorta.
Perhaps it's the Fattoria Le Terrazze Sassi Neri.
I think it is more along the line of the grazies and pregos being uttered oh-so seductively out of the Armani-clad Italian male eye candy swirling around the room.
I could drink it in all night long.