Drinking prosecco comes naturally on a summer day like today, preferably outside. On your deck, at the park, afloat upon Lake Union–all these are options. But did you know that prosecco also goes with food? It’s true.
The SunBreak recently had a leisurely lunch at Serafina with some wine and restaurant folks and Dr. Pierluigi Bolla, the proprietor of Valdo Prosecco. (Esquin was there too, natch.) So we ate and drank prosecco with a nice little meal LIKE GROWNUPS, and guess what? Those Italian bubbles went well with everything. Behold the power of prosecco!
We got warmed up with Valdo’s brut, which had a nice amount of sweetness for such a dry wine. From there, we had some bruschetta with toppings and flash-fried calamari saltati. The heat from the calamari’s chili flakes paired nicely with the sweetness of Valdo’s rosé brut, mostly made of nerello mascalese.
DO NOT call this rosé a prosecco–that’s the first rule of Prosecco Club. Prosecco is getting all Champagne up in ya asses, so now everybody has to follow the prosecco-naming rules. Just like not every tissue is a kleenex, not every bubbly Italian wine is a prosecco. In order to be called “prosecco,” a wine has to be comprised of mostly the Glera grape, and grown and made in the designated region in Italy, the Prosecco DOCG. So don’t throw around that word willy-nilly!
Next up was a yummy sweet pea and ricotta ravioli with tarragon butter. The dish really didn’t need the sauteed pea vines as well, but otherwise I could eat an entire plate, no problem.
Then we moved on to the big boys: the drier Cuvee di Boj prosecco brut and the fuller Cuvee del Fondatore brut. Both drink more expensive than they are ($25ish). In fact, the entire Valdo line was very smartly priced. Can’t complain, keep drinking.
And oh yeah, there was a glorious chunk of albacore on a frisee salad. MOAR PLS.
Vallo wines are available for sale at myriad Seattle locations: Esquin, Ballard Market, City Cellars, DeLaurenti, Madison Market, Metropolitan Market, Wine World, and most QFCs.
God, I’m having a flashback. These were all delicious. I’m almost embarrassed to admit in public how easily I was seduced by the rosé.