I recently overheard a story about this woman who brought a really expensive bottle of wine to a dinner party and the hosts poured their own glasses of the wine over ice! The woman who brought the wine was aghast. She thought drinking wine over ice was akin to clipping your nails at the table or picking your teeth with a fork.
Personally, I think you should be able to drink your wine anyway you want. If I want to drink my White Zin over a tumbler of crushed iced worthy of a K-Mart Slurpee, ain’t no one no how gonna stop me [cue the scary Deliverance banjo music here]. Then again, the wine in question was red, not white. White wine over ice, I totally get. White wine on ice is refreshingly light and crisp, in a flowing caftan, Three’s Company Helen Roper kind of way. I have been known to quaff this particular libation on many classy occasions.
But red wine over ice? I’m not sure.
The episode reminded me of the time I went out of my way and made these really involved Rick Bayless gourmet Mexican mole taco things for a dinner party and one of my guests looked up at me during the meal and asked for soy sauce.