Back in the 70s, when Chablis was a generic term for anything Californian and white, the average Manhattan restaurant would offer three wines by the glass—one red, one white, one sparkling—and frequently served each out of a magnum (or jug, rather) that may or may not have sat open on the back bar for days, waiting for takers. Thus, it’s not really surprising that Martinis, Manhattans, and Harvey Wallbangers won the day. Not exactly the decade for wine, unless of course you were Kermit Lynch or Neal Rosenthal skipping through France and drinking the world’s finest wines for cents on the dollar. For everyone else, however, it was a decade where terrible stereotypes were built: Chianti in the straw bottle, Soave by the gallon, and of course, Chablis moonlighting as a CA wine.
Back in the 70s, when Chablis was a generic term for anything Californian and white, the average Manhattan restaurant would offer three wines by the glass—one red, one white, one sparkling—and frequently served each out of a magnum (or jug, rather) that may or may not have sat open on the back bar for days, waiting for takers. Thus, it’s not really surprising that Martinis, Manhattans, and Harvey Wallbangers won the day. Not exactly the decade for wine, unless of course you were Kermit Lynch or Neal Rosenthal skipping through France and drinking the world’s finest wines for cents on the dollar. For everyone else, however, it was a decade where terrible stereotypes were built: Chianti in the straw bottle, Soave by the gallon, and of course, Chablis moonlighting as a CA wine.
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